takeone

another day goin through the mudd... Another day to hussle up a dollar, and flip it, to a billionaire bizzness... before i could do that, must face the facts... starting with the man in the mirror... dont gott no bigg doe so im penny pitching... unc snoop told years ago that these bitches aint chit but hoes and triccs... the same with these niggaz... niggaz will front, just to get between yo bitch leggs... shame what a shame... so im getting money, running through this hoes... as im looking over my left shoulder... not gettin no younger... so im collecting alot of wisdoms... 808s bangin diirty ogz... smashin in lacs, hittin switches in chevy impalas.... twistin fingas sippin on cript tonite... cee craeful cuzz... if u not paccin, niggas get body bag... sad thing it can be yo nigga from the sand box... so watch who u shake hands with... think im lyin... my blue bird put me on game when i was at the pull pit... now im posted in my pitvits... watchin this bull chit that dont make no scent... though for some odd reason niggas gettin rich over nite... damn sometimes it hurts to even think about nip... this man changed lives... now the only thing i have... is memories.... this chit so heavy... make me wanna ride on my enemies.... to nigga and bitches that talk diirty on my name... goin to be even mor mad... and i dont give fucc... about these niggas and bitches... im a stay shinning... if I wanted some shade... i 'll buy umbrella... till then im outside nigga...