we paint the streets burgundy not red shot aim for ya head accurate nd witg miss ya brain on display on da pavement hot wit dis burner left ya brains like fried eggs left in a pan...im was born in da trap came out the woom grinding going for minds damn right raise by ogs on citrus adapted by da treeTops all da same trenches seeking tribal vengeance street just rallyed round gs came to be a straight thug...i guess we da ones pac was talkn bout wen he was saying what short wanna be...