Bring them in
 Man where the fuck we at who the fuck are you??
 It is I  Jesus  Shock Jesus
 And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?
 Man  no what the fuck man
 Niggaz just shot me man  what the fuck man
 How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
 Fuck you
 You shall perish (beitch!!)
 It is my judgement that you shall burn in hell
 Man  noo
 for eternity
 Nooo (the Luniz are here)
 Ahhh

 5150, feel me
 Psycho disco just go Luni
 5150, feel me
 Psycho disco just go Luni

 I wish I had cot (what?) I wish I had some cot (why?)
 So I could sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
 A broke nigga boney
 Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies
 I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
 and always end up fucked watchin other niggaz backs
 I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds
 but in the mist of funk
 would they really bust rounds?
 I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
 I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
 I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
 I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor
 I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
 and now I don't smoke weed no mo'
 And I ain't knowin where I'm headin
 Most likely it's the scene of creamery
 I'm petrified of the whole scenery
 The game is some shit ya either roll wit
 Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
 For less is what I was wishin for it never came true
 So it came to plannin missions damn near shittin in my drawers
 I gotta play my part though and take what I can
 from the niggaz I don't got Scarface nigga I feel ya
 By any means nescescary
 That's why they find scary niggaz buried
 Carried to a whole 'nother place
 If youse a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
 So much drama, I put my best in it
 Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it
 Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
 I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
 I'm still takin shit day by day
 Survin off a nifty, that's why I'm goin 5150

 Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin down the block
 Tryin to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
 Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
 Tryin to take the loot out my pocket
 But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket
 Then I split runnin down the block
 No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a guage
 Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
 on the ground hella bleeedin ass out
 I remeber seein somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out
 Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
 No more bullet holes in my chest
 A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin
 The Lord has no love for playa hatin
 I'm facin Shock Jesus cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
 Because I'm trained up in that mob life
 Come back tonite strapped tonite
 He said if I suceed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life
 A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
 Flyin through the cuts goin the secret hill route
 The whole scene was a disaster
 Friday the 13th the final chapter
 Lookin niggaz wit casper the ghost
 But I float until I smoked the big man
 Slipped in quick sand
 He's gonna kill me but my spirit slipped in my body
 I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
 They didn't get me, huh, they labelled my ass 5150

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