Lyrics
yo, feel this one ,
god i'm sorry, i ain't really mean to do it,
god i'm sorry, i ain't really mean to do it,
but i was influenced by the music,
that's why my hands' kept moving,
and abusing
i had to do it , i ain't wanna lose it ,
but my mind was gone,
what's wrong , shit ,
believe it wheneva you hear it in my song,
if the streets is my family , then what is my home,
ain't got no friends mothafuck , i struggle alone, don't trust nobodY'"
and i got a bag a fire , to get in the zone,
that's why, i apologize to god, cuz i know that it's wrong,
but i been stressing life to god damned long,
i can't even write any poemz,
i gotta tell it like it iz,
in one' of my songs,
one day , ima make it in the biz,
nga's in the hood gon' jock my shit,
when they C me on the video, o onr mtv cribs,
but till then , i'm selling drugs till my life ends kid,
cuz the streets' ,my nga' to three things it lead,
a hospital , locked up , or you end up dead,
that's what my nga , once said,
where he at now, under wheat bread,
we said, why nga,one tech, one trigger,
i don't respect, no damn killa,
but i'm one myself,
and i ain't gonna say that a gat don't help,
cuz we surviving nga, and i'm going to hell.
