(Spoken)
You want to tell me what this is all about?
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there’s notin left
Cause I’ve been blastin’ and laughin so long that
Even my ma’ma thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain’t never crossed a man that didn’t deserve it
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that’s unheard of
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta lob –
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I’m the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Sayin’ prayers in the street light
Been spending most their lives living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
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