P2

We was kids when we first met, I can’t forget

When we met, I took a breath, I recollect we took a step

Together, unison, I was a bad boy, a hooligan

Now Junior went, I’m full of sin

Speaking poetry to your innocence, dividend indifferent

‘Bout deliberate relations ‘cause she know a nigga ignorant

Like bull’s eye, I grew with the wind

And forget about the shit, pretend like it never happened

Just friends or belligerent enemies sending false

Energy to belly feeds to the fire of the pedigree

Life’s a bitch in the seventies, to the

Third degree and I ain’t got a job, but shit it works for me

She love the fact that I live driving on the edge

Purposely, money ain’t for degree, but it’s worth a C

I go blind for that little light of mine

Keep it cited, ma, and I’m a let it shine

Even though we have our own

Problems and differences

I still fuck

With you

Even though we had our own

Fallouts, we pitchin’ fits

I still fuck

With you

I was never a motherfucker to want beef

Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets

Yeah, I sold drugs. Nigga, what heat?

Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets, I’m a go-getter

Never jealous of a nigga, gotta stack my money

Steal another nigga figures

I don’t need a fucking chain, bitch I’m here to gain that

Bitch, I need fucking ring, where ? at?

We all call this here a game cause we in it for the same

In it for the funds, throw a little ones

Listen to the drums smoke inside your lungs

Get a little drunk, got your bitch speaking tounges

Have a little offspring, NBA wouldn’t support it

Known if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted

Work now play now a nigga runnin’ offense

Bitch, I’m in Miami and I’m swimming with the Dolphins

I don't like going sober to the hospital

Shit only make me nauseous, I'm not with it

So I'm out front parked in a car with a

Few of my niggas hard getting foggy, yeah

Last year, I ain't know what the cost of a coffin was

So now I'm often buzzed in the apartment bummin'

Looking for new chords and a larger Nugget

I’m the stars above me when I spark and tug this

Far from hard, but I’m a snarl in public

Cause we large in numbers, Trash Wang

Wolf Gang, we the clique, not a stain on me, ho

Not a fray in a knit, in the car with the work

Now, real nigga quiet while the talking occurs

Feel like I’m flying when I’m off from the herb

Fuck ‘em all, let the army disperse

Know the swamp lay ‘em all in the dirt

Had to stop, re-assess some agendas

Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic

Maybe head up, sending threats to your henchmen

We the best, period, the end of the sentence

Roughneck putting paws to the pavement

Lane switch, I’m a blow haze ‘till I can’t think

Shrink told me I should learn how to pace this

Big homie told me, “Nah, nigga, take this.”

Shots 'till my damn liver hates me

Momma saying that she knowing that I need help

Nah, on the highway to Hades with my

Motherfuckin’ seatbelt off