The best of y'all niggas remind
me of myself when I was younger
When it was hunger that stopped
the nigga from goin' under
And you wonder,
why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank
the lord for my child
Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you
an I hope you can take it
Gotta leave you in the desert,
and I hope that you make it
Gotta put you on your ass
to see what it does to you
When you stand up an see that I'm just
showin' love to you
Other niggas would put a slug through you,
over your heads
Cats I fucked with are real, but hey,
those are your friends
Its just what you got comin' some
times you don't know
What you askin' for,
did you ask for more?
Shut the casket door, this one here,
it is done
And thought you was a killer,
you swore you'd never run
Nigga died with his gun still
up in the holster
It's comin' in the air?
Yeah its get ting' closer
life through many shades
of grays and blacks
I could take that an him 'em with
the blazin' tracks
When I make that you fake cats
have violent dreams
Takes an other dog to be able
to hear my silent screams
The devil got a hold on me
and he won't let go
I can feel the lord pullin' but
he movin' dead slow
Let 'em know that amidst
all this con fusion
Some of us may do the winnin'
But we all do the losin' its
just who does the choosin'
Easy goin', up or down what
have you been provin'?
Just that you a fuckin' clown
Bitch seen through the bullshit,
but never spoke on it
'Cause I know that deep
down you really don't want it
I would of traded the chance of bein'
the child with a father
Movin' talent an d bein' able to
survive when it's harder
My balance on the high beams of life,
keep my dreams in strife
That's why I hit these
motherfuckin' streets at night
Come on!
of shit that I let slide,
'cause its outta my hands
Lotta niggas I let ride,
but its not in my plans
And a lot of my mans is not
seein' through the fog
Families by the truckload,
feedin' them to the morgue
Full moon, the howlin',
The growlin', and prowlin'
Don't know love,
can't show love
That means you gonna need more love
Than on old thug, but hold up, roll up
Talkin' out the side of your mouth
Is what's gonna let niggas know,
why you bad in your house
When they lied to your spouse,
told her it was suicide,
But you an I both know the truth, fool
would never die
Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog,
but be prepared, for the mob
'Cause you dead up in the fog,
an that's your head by the log
I can smell it in the air,
I can tell when its there
This is hell an we both here
Can you feel it? Tell me yeah