Yeah — clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)
(Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)
Y’all supposed to be happy I’m free!
Y’all niggaz look like y’all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!
Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggaz, there’s no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that’s what somebody be tellin
Know there’s dope bein sold, but I ain’t the one sellin!
Don’t want to be another number
I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under
The federales wanna see me dead – niggaz put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I’m released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it’s so hard to be positive
when niggaz shootin at your crib
Mama, I’m still thuggin, the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways
to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin
Flossin a Benz on rims that isn’t stolen
My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone
I’m like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen
thinkin of the G’s I’ll be holdin, picture me rollin
Can you see me now? Heheheh
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture
Can you see it? Hahah
Pictue me rollin
Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you
Guess who’s back?
I got ki’s, comin from overseas
Cost a nigga two hundred G’s
I’m a street comando, Nino for examp