Lyrics
Your Temptin Fate, Walkin through ma estate, Brave mistake, watch death take place,
even little kids carry pocket blades, its a dangerous life, to an early grave,
i aint no gangsta in tha m.p.c im spittin tha truth with n.m.c
a misled youth since tha age of 3, but ive begged tha lord to set me free,
Thugs in Huds, Strap with gats, This aint just a case of happy-slap,
If they like your threads theyll tax your cap, Watch these snakes theyll stab your back,
Throw you out ya car, get ya fuckin whip took, Try to refuse an get ya corpse zipped up,
in a body bag, then straight to your casket, Dont be hard, our bodys aint plastic,
Once we got shot, we dont get back up yo, Dawgs spill blood then show no sorrow,
Walk through m.p, you could die tommorow, Devilz in tha night, there hearts are hollow,
Not long ago, i saw a man get stabbed, Blood trailed as he ran an ran,
He must of got weak, an collapse near a tree, the killer confessed, mistaken i.d
Fuckin beef resorts, to kniffes an gun, Just tha other day, ma boy got jumped,
Boys lukin for me, heard of this name?, im packin machettis, your packin switch blades,
ya hear tha sirens, tha medics arrive, Tryin to revive, to keep ya alive,
But ya cant cheat death, You cant escape, This is just one day, on my estate,
