Then I might have just enough I ain't as good as I once was But I'm as good once as I ever was I still hang out with my best friend Dave I've known him
Chest Plate disintegrator, rider I never wore no mask, wacked the witness - vestless I'll put you on the graveyard's guest list ICE - cause I lack all emotions, I
but I'll say that I can't My gangs my family, it's all that I have I'm a star on the wall's my autograph You don't like it, so you know where you can
When I was broke, I stole my gold, I pawned I lived the life of a hustler off and on I'm just a brother that lived to tell I brought my ass up from the
to get me I didn't even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me I grabbed for my chest and my neck Hopin' when my head hit the ground my skull
, all alone I give love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home Bodyguards are something that I just don't do Cause if I'm after you black, I'm gonna
in the tenth grade, hair was laid Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees I'll roll across the break and
my right so it sags a little bit More than the rest of my gear, when I'm on tour I empty clips Bust lips and break jaws, 'cause I love to loc up So
is spent with the "I" The C-E-T.,Cold Chillin' rhyme villain on the M-I-C. With raps roarin',I'm never borin',I keep tourin' My record sales keep soarin
my brain I got a capitalist migraine I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right Taking my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight So many hos on my
're scared to shoot You front hardcore, but I don't feel ya Kids from my hood'll take your punk ass and peel ya Let me check my Rolex quick because time
a shot across the street I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground And all I could hear was
How many girls I done hit up and ran I'm like smooth I'm already trying to fuck your friends. Then I'm... Chorus x2 Once I bust I'm out. All the real
, he got trunked and bombed Since he tried to steal, I chainsawed his arm I drink blood from a cup when I wanna, then Plus, the bosses up north made me kill my friend
one I walk softly, carry a big dick these family jewels is my most important riches but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my bitch And
ass got shot That's how I'm livin' I did three years in and made close friends Havin' no love my homies came my only I was glad, a family I never had
my true friends I got their backs if it means my career ends All you so-called down MC's with Public Enemy I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin' to help my