I'm too gangsta for the streets watch me when I creep. I put five in your Jeep leave a nigga sleep. Now you six feet deep over bullshit. Got a mac-10 mouth ain't never pull shit. The ghetto don't make G's it mold niggaz get down or lay down. like Beanie Mac told niggaz or meet the fo'-fo' nigga. I let them guns blow nigga I'm a rider. Thug Life 'til I die Black Wall Street behind us. I'm a "Menace II Society" fuck Caine and O-Dog. I got the 'caine and the O's dawg. I'm gangsta like Hennessy and Alize Thug Passion. Ride or die 'til they kill me or put me in "Thugz Mansion". Gangbangin this California lifestyle got me heated. They want me buried so I don't leave without the Desert Eagle. Shoot first ask questions on my way to county jail. Kill a nigga over my chain cause I know I'ma make bail. I'm troublesome. [The Game]. "If I Die Tonite" - "Bury Me a G" amongst rap legends. Cause I spit bullets in rhymes 16's and 9's. I keep a vest and a weapon my baby momma got me stressin. Prayin on my knees every night askin God is there a heaven?. So here is my confession to my unborn child. Them five shots couldn't drop me but I ain't take 'em and smile. I lost a lot of my niggaz to gangbangin and digits. One figure on the trigger dawg I live the life of a sinner. These motherfuckers wanna see me doin life in the pen. I'm a Outlaw and the West coast is ridin again. My competition is none I'm on a mission with guns. Starin death in the eyes 20 niggaz deep when we ride. My enemies is bitches they plottin on my riches. Can't walk in the streets without the paparazzi takin pictures. Label me a made nigga all the way from Compton to Boston. These niggaz keep talkin I leave 'em dead in a coffin. I'm troublesome. [The Game]. Money over bitches is my motto in the streets I'm known for catchin hollows. Packin pistols and drinkin Belve and Grey Goose out the bottle. No role models only killers and fiends. Witness my nigga strapped with gats and army fatigues. If it's murder he wrote it if I'm lyin let the XXL quote it. And know that I'm strictly a rap poet. Baptized in my own tears chastized by my own peers. I'm a product of my childhood years. My mother told me I'm HOPELESS my pops wasn't around. One of the reasons why I'm clutchin the pound. California dreamin chronic smoke out the beamer. One hand on the nina schemin got these hooptie bitches screamin. They know that I'm celebrity keep them cop killers in the clip. And watch my back is what my niggaz keep tellin me. 21 years old no felonies so I ride with the Desert. And pay homage to the hardest rap legend. I'm troublesome