Straight out the parts. . . that they disregard  
 Never considered . . . ok  
 Now don't get mad  nigga get glad  
 Goodie got them brand new trash bags . . dag  
 And they know where to dump that ass  
 In the chair  
 The hoochie river with the rest of the kids  
 That did business outside la familians  
 Gettin ya touched  
 Down the cut  
 Blunts roastin whole through tea bags  
 Blowin bubbles out the wrong end  
 Mud in your stool piles  
 Flamin hotter than Dust Valley  
 The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire  
 The gangsters of this other century  
 Transforming hustlers and players into sissies  
 So slim goodie  
 You don't want no drug boy  
 He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant  
 Don't get too comfortable  
 You ain't gon be here too long  
 G's get locked up and die (clean)  
 Most lie in they own surreal home  
 Trust the tree on the map  
 This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper  
 Swole, couldn't nobody put a finger on his naps  
 Now he up under the bridge stankin  
 In his birthday suit  
 Used to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!)  
 Beat him to the punch-line, one ?  
 Being forced into early retirement at the age of 26  
 Palms feel like bricks - peeling from distributing crack  
 Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle  
 To stay on top of sand dunes  
 Cause mouths born with silver spoons  
  
 Make your bed you gotta sleep in it  
 But stakes made  
 Baking soda kept the knees clean  
 Narrow like a ravine  
 ? fell good news  
 Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two  
 Left by oh-no  
 Soul been gone, disappeared like the dune  
 Once the temperature rise  
 But I'm with my Lawd (lord)  
 ?Please grits, still ship  
 Half the pipes are gettin sold out convienience stores  
 Where ya at now?  
 Comming around trying to sniff out sounds  
 Well rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear  
 The dogs are gettin closer to the ? now can you hear?  
 I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed  
 Your ass couldn't catch your tear  
  
 Lies, straws, mirrors and plates  
 Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes  
 Why can't I escape  
 These lies, straw, mirrors and plates?  
  
 In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks  
 Upon the map in the vault  
 Where this cat's trying to sniff me out  
 I'm in the southwest woods working all about  
 Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain  
 If I can't refrain cause some of these niggaz snortin cain  
 And really don't know which way to go  
 Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix  
 Hits go for ten bucks, go for 20 and they good and plenty  
 Fat baggies like ?Maggies? muffin  
 Where the kid do the stuffin  
 Silly of these young niggaz watching me  
 As I turn figures into solitare  
 Twirl up my hair (down south)  
 Pray to God I don?t have to do him  
 Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was  
 Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek  
 So to speak, ? like a icon when it was done to approach my mosse  
 Be on that Rossie like The Click  
 So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it  
  
 Chorus  
  
 Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit  
 Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit  
 Now I got a little dough, but it ain't that much mo  
 than every other nigga I know  
 We all still po  
 I don't sell dope (what you doin?)  
 I sell hope  
 You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope  
 Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.  
 I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right here  
 Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary  
 I got that thang with me cause it's necessary  
 Shit, I was just ridin  
 Wasn't even thinking?bout collidin  
 But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights  
 I don't prepared myself to die if it's my time to go  
 He said "you know what it is, you done seen it before"  
 This sad, of course I'ma be mad  
 Well here you can have it god damnit if you want it that bad  
 You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star  
 I value both of our lives more than this car  
 You lucky nigga, I used to be you  
 Shit and I'd bust a hole in your chest somebody could see through  
 Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight  
 And I would've been in the right  
 I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house  
 Cause I ain't really dying by nothin like this  
 He-he-he-he-he-he  
 Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the house  
 Knahmsayin