Uh, read the title smary pants..
We ill nuff said
We ill, nuff said
Peep this!
Story behind the song
Yeah, I used to sland..got a issue?
Lyrics
Known in my own hood, as a bit off my rocker..
Slappin' niggas daily if they didn't come proper..
I boxed 'em, and wonder why I always had these problems..
Confrontation was my game, and I played to win..
So if you jumped me dawg, I'd spin the bin..
Did months in the pen, for my violent sins..
On a juvenile camp, with this adult mind..
Had me plottin' everyday, I had new ways to grind..
Fin' to get my pockets up, my nigga and really shine..
But a cloud hung over me, and the sun wouldn't shine..
I was makin' all this bank, but couldn't crack a smile..
Really made me think, was this way of life worthwhile?..
Constantly duckin' cops, and these niggas here are wild..
Jackin' chump change, for my loot they'd bust a right brain..
I ain't tryna leave the game, but it causes so much pain..
It's all I got really, all my friends past before me..
I hate this game, but I love this life..
Gonna send me to the grave..
But I gotta eat mane..
Slangin' is my thang..
On the block for my change..
Gotta move on now, for them folk get wise..
Gator told me 'fore he died our lives are a horror story..
A new page everyday, gettin' bloodier and gory..
But I gotta eat mane, so I can't just stop..
Maybe three packs a day for a while and I'll stop..
Nah I'm meant to rot in hell, and hell is this block..
And the Devil is a cop, too scared to arrest me..
Cuz he know I got friends who would rather see me..
Where I do my best work, and a cell ain't that..
But lock me up for eternity, I'll be back..
With another fat sack, and my same work ethic..
Dimin' off the heads, o's to thse upstarts..
These niggas know me, by face name and goods..
