I wish this rap could take me outta the streetz, N KEEP me outta the pen. Cuz gotta eat, and liFe ain't no friend, that been good2me. And Karma's a bitch sometimes, & the hood ain't free. And slaves 2 the hustle spit rhymes. drinking Hennessy, N chiefin N killin over notes, Iike its in our genes. So either we chill or go for broke. Gettin' it in for things. like whips, ice, and parties fancy clothes Yo remember me? A product of this life that I chose. Business been discreet. Discipline ain't just part of the job. Plus I been a G, or U canSayI Roll with the mob. Till infinity. Or U canSayThat I'm underGod That's the Trinity. That's why I can't be part of your squad. Cause I'm crazy Nsane, I just took a qaurter pound, str8, 2thebrain, Whipped outmyDickandgave it str82urMain. Ain't that a some shit I'm in the zone now, Sharin' mylove N mypain, 2AllmyHataz MyMiddleFinga' z Up iN u rDame!2AllMyHataz...... My middle fingaz UpNyaDame. (echo "upNur Dame!")