Straight out the parts. . . that they disregard
 Never considered . . . ok
 Now don't get mad  nigga get glad
 Goodie got them brand new trash bags . . dag
 And they know where to dump that ass
 In the chair
 The hoochie river with the rest of the kids
 That did business outside la familians
 Gettin ya touched
 Down the cut
 Blunts roastin whole through tea bags
 Blowin bubbles out the wrong end
 Mud in your stool piles
 Flamin hotter than Dust Valley
 The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire
 The gangsters of this other century
 Transforming hustlers and players into sissies
 So slim goodie
 You don't want no drug boy
 He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant
 Don't get too comfortable
 You ain't gon be here too long
 G's get locked up and die (clean)
 Most lie in they own surreal home
 Trust the tree on the map
 This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper
 Swole, couldn't nobody put a finger on his naps
 Now he up under the bridge stankin
 In his birthday suit
 Used to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!)
 Beat him to the punch-line, one ?
 Being forced into early retirement at the age of 26
 Palms feel like bricks - peeling from distributing crack
 Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle
 To stay on top of sand dunes
 Cause mouths born with silver spoons

 Make your bed you gotta sleep in it
 But stakes made
 Baking soda kept the knees clean
 Narrow like a ravine
 ? fell good news
 Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two
 Left by oh-no
 Soul been gone, disappeared like the dune
 Once the temperature rise
 But I'm with my Lawd (lord)
 ?Please grits, still ship
 Half the pipes are gettin sold out convienience stores
 Where ya at now?
 Comming around trying to sniff out sounds
 Well rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear
 The dogs are gettin closer to the ? now can you hear?
 I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed
 Your ass couldn't catch your tear

 Lies, straws, mirrors and plates
 Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes
 Why can't I escape
 These lies, straw, mirrors and plates?

 In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks
 Upon the map in the vault
 Where this cat's trying to sniff me out
 I'm in the southwest woods working all about
 Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain
 If I can't refrain cause some of these niggaz snortin cain
 And really don't know which way to go
 Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix
 Hits go for ten bucks, go for 20 and they good and plenty
 Fat baggies like ?Maggies? muffin
 Where the kid do the stuffin
 Silly of these young niggaz watching me
 As I turn figures into solitare
 Twirl up my hair (down south)
 Pray to God I don?t have to do him
 Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was
 Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek
 So to speak, ? like a icon when it was done to approach my mosse
 Be on that Rossie like The Click
 So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it

 Chorus

 Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit
 Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit
 Now I got a little dough, but it ain't that much mo
 than every other nigga I know
 We all still po
 I don't sell dope (what you doin?)
 I sell hope
 You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope
 Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.
 I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right here
 Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary
 I got that thang with me cause it's necessary
 Shit, I was just ridin
 Wasn't even thinking?bout collidin
 But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights
 I don't prepared myself to die if it's my time to go
 He said "you know what it is, you done seen it before"
 This sad, of course I'ma be mad
 Well here you can have it god damnit if you want it that bad
 You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star
 I value both of our lives more than this car
 You lucky nigga, I used to be you
 Shit and I'd bust a hole in your chest somebody could see through
 Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight
 And I would've been in the right
 I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house
 Cause I ain't really dying by nothin like this
 He-he-he-he-he-he
 Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the house
 Knahmsayin