You know I be stepping Nigga imma shooter Better than stephen Do what I gotta I’ll take the heart outta Kevin It’s you then me In the middle it’s less than All sins are equal But I ain’t goin to heaven I turnt 12 and still claimed I was 11 Nigga talkin shit So I teach em a lesson Bullet to the gut And the oxygen lessens I’m sellin on the street They call me concessions All these hoes obsessin Nigga why you talkin Why you makin a confession Bitch it’s the feds Not a therapy session They keep on oppressen When we try to make money They charge us for possession Then we speak up And they shoot us for aggression Shit will never stop Bloods be the opp But the enemy of your enemy be yo friend so it’s gangs against the cops Wars got battles Battles got fights Bullets out the 9 milli Start takin flight Made that nigga drop Like he layin in bed Loaded the pole And put one in his head Bled Dead He tasted that led Never Done Old news I won (1) Get Cheese Use .223s Closed Door Who you lookin for(4) I shoot He drive Success hi five (5) Snitch Bitch Body count 6 I was Young Just a lil jhit Had a Gun It was just a stick Now I’m grown Stick now a blick Nappy Ass Nigga need a pick Choose Him If all you want is dick