I flex I'm on the foul line with a few verses left When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex I put my foot in the pavement With the brothers
up with Big Boy records and made my first demo tape We dropped some real shit in the basement I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps like pavement To come
Did you know? Your eyes have a glow that send mine down to the pavement Mine down to the pavement Since you're gone The words have all come And we sing
Ready to bolt at the first glimpse of failsafe Signing my checks with a name that's not mine Clocking the hours that spin round through the tail end Scolding
my pistol grip on the side of me And ain't no bitch gon' catch me slippin' 'cause it ride wit me I got my heater in my lap, I'm squeezin' on my strap
help Keep on tryin' to live healthy 'til the end of my days And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin' from Heaven Watch my people drive my
You can look at me strangely keep yappin' at your dogs If I go up in your mouth, don't blame me, first family trainee Take what's mine, '99 is my time
ain't from the ghetto you wouldn't understand Rollin' thru my hood, rollin' thru my hood That is what I see when I'm rollin' thru my hood Rollin' thru my hood, rollin' thru my
right in the marge Tao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode Squad Nigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shit You got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shit Yeah my
yo heat While my homeboy stompin' yo folk up in the street (Get the fuck out mafucka) If ya talkin' all that shit Lookin' ta start somethin' Me and my
sky Your voice still slithers in my head I can't remember what you said I get to my feet, my body aches I make for the town for no-one's sake My mind
. This is my crucifixion, without the nails or cross. This is my crucifixion for those that have failed us. Oh! Be still my beating heart. My lungs
in my click, and I keep thugs on my block [Hook 1 - 2x] I'm just letting you know don't test me, I'm with my chrome I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm
not the right crowd Follow my steps and u'll see what I'm bout I keep my money comin in and neva goin out Chuck taylors on the pavement with da blamma
help Keep on tryin to live healthy 'til the end of my days And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin from heaven Watch my people drive my
If you cross my T I dodt your eyes You'd do life in a cementary I'll do mine with shyne Come home sit in the thrown With my legs crossed And my air force
my.. Pistol grip on the side of me And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap Try
mine, Even if it means pap that's ya life, And a nigga gotta die by the sword, The guage, my nine and my knife, Cockin' I pump my slugs all up in ya now