Lyrics
murder life, and everything around it,
through out my life i've alwayz been surrounded,
by gunz and knifes, they both cauz violence,
come on man don't play no violons,
this a song about respect , think love, speak silent,
on my kneez , to god , AMen,
HEy man , hook me up again ,
troubles in my life, light turning dim,
baby mom'z flipping out, trying to figa' out,
if she gon't turn me in,
benefits, she think'n bout only presidents,
but in the future' when they ask ehr who her man,
i'll give her headachez man,
cuz thoughts about anything , runz up in that brain,
she swore to feds, it' was all my cocaine,
told them ' i would hit her, and alwayz complain,
bitch when i C her, i'm hoping it rains,
so i can easily slip out ya the rings,
bracelit and earingz, any desgined pendants,
pleaze don't be hesitant,
cuz i will bang this thang,
murke ya body and create a new slang,
back hands, if ya pick a phone that rang,
cuz ima take ya off the hook, and leave ya to hang.
shit!, aorund my way , i can estimate, to approximate,
ahow many nga'z gon' cop the yeah,
and best believe i'm gon' get paid,
and it's good to know how much b4 the end of the day,
keep a stash of cash underneath the trash , by the gatez,
little young nga gon' get paid if he out to play,
cuz in crotona park ave is where this story takes place,
new york nga, its my birth place,
where i was raised, street ways,
put a nine on face, my hook blade,
will make you give unwanted smilez away,
b'c 5 away, leave ya to decay, with the pavement as ya grave,
and ya momma there to pray, ain't i don't hope fa betta dayz,
i just think aobut the cake i made, and how i hustle half my life a way,
slinging the yaye, giving the purple stuff away,
by the time i'm done ima have a wedding cake,
cuz i'm caking it that much,
you wanna ask how much,
nga' a million times can i have ya mouf stuff,
with hune'd mill'z on each stack that's rolled up,
