at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with
correct Collects respect and if not, you catch a broken neck Buddy look down and your shirts all bloody, looks like She caught you with a bad one for messin' with da mad
takin' no more shit L.A. is where I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon Folks sittin' on things, mad
a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me
your roof top for when the copters pass Gang bangers don't carry no switch blades Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade Thirty-seven killed last week
up at nights waitin' on a combat call Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit So high, sometimes I even gotta load they clips I ain't mad at them
you'll never get's respect I stick the pits on ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill
information? I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racin' With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station I am tryin' to figure out why you so mad
they smile in your face then they back bite I just laugh right, make em' mad like Watch them turn around and say he ain't that nice Getting bread dough, mad
me Police gon come and get me Cuz im a mess around and? kill you I aint no woman beater, but I aint pussy neither You make me mad enough to? kill you
Smoke the barrell of the nine See ya see ya blood leak Tell ya punk ass weak Lay down, stay down Go 'head kiss the ? Police box me in, I will kill a
many men do trauma Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass The bulletproof glass was rolled up on the S-Class Heard in DC he kept mad blocks
these boys off, don't they know that I'm on? Can't they see that it's foolish to try to kill me with songs? What the fuck are they, Lauryn? You killing
the party like my name was that bitch all these haters mad because I'm so established they know I`m a beast yeah I'm a fucking savage haters you can kill
and ain't none of my is nicotine A dog gettin' it, how much can a gorilla make? I'm tryna chill, don't wanna have to put on ma killa face I get whatever
aint feelin that i guess they wanna see us kill each other when im dead, who the fuck gon' help my mother? i struggled and hustled too hard for this i had to rob, steal, kill
on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's deep inside it's killing me but soon its gon be killing
bring me down, but I won't stop. They want me in the ground, but I won't stop. 'Til I'm dead, man, I won't stop. No. Yeah, i think they mad 'cause