IRC-Galleria

Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me
Momma tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a motherfuckin' joke, used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke
Damn, don't get me started
My momma smoked so goddamn much when she was pregnant
I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, count thiefs
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors, five deep
Starin' at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the morning, see the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why
And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby
On the corner where the niggas sling they crack
And the undercovers jack, those that don't watch they back
I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My Mossberg goes *boom* once another plug
Snatchin' drugs, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs (give it up, nigga)
Don't run out of breath, every step could be death
Til ya blast and be the last nigga left (then I'll be ghost)