woah riple. learnt from the wise keep ma trust in cris me en ma bitch we fuckin twice thas so cool en nice wait i jus threw a dice waiting for em eyes ma nigga shot him thrice he aint no christ he aint gon rise how about an advice how we keep it clean ain't gon fuck up twice me en ma boys im sure we'll win member' how we began how we killed the gang how we rose to fame all the shame we aint being the same yeah aint bein the same trekking to the lakes got a bag of counterfeits no matter how life has been gotta fight we got to win member back in the days hard life we had to face selling 2 for 5..by seein em cops we had a race whats wrong with that face? ma bitch be aksing mace aint got no choice but lower her voice he needs his mind in peace sleep on floor house aint got no door dawgs heart still raw of a sore he played with em boys bro died of a glock he needs none of a talk