Running down the streets the weed falling out my nikes
Rolling like a blunt staying higher than a kite
That guy who in the night takes sweet bars to eat light
Damn these bars are too tight they won’t let me breathe or see light
I’m like a batter with three strikes when I’m puffin on a peace pipe
I start swinging at everything menacing your dogs three nights
that it was working like a pig so piss poor can’t piss in
A bucket on the sidewalk because the streets is always listenin
And snitchin I’d put my family in cars if I could spare whippins
So I’m rippin the stitches to form the words quit bitchin
To the others beside me who all hide so blindly
The cry in the night cause in the dark they can’t find me
I’m always in the shadows or the cuts of the crime scene
I’m hold clips and pop jaws off like tommy and Irene
Bummy and fighting hands clap after lightning
And if you think I’m crazy I might be…… I might be….. HYPHY!!!!!!
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