Tell me how many real muthafuckas feel me. I smoke a blunt and freak the funk. Till these jealous mutha-fuckas kill me.. From out the gutter Thank I'm here though. I'm one-sixty-five. Stayin high till i die. My competition is evil. cause i could give a fuck about you.. You better duck.. Or i'll be forced to hit your ass up. I gives a fuck.. I'm sick inside my mind why they sweat me?. Its gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops. To come and get me. Niggas know I ain't the one to sleep on. I'm under pressure. I got to sleep by my piece extra clips beside my dresser. Word to god I've been ready to die. since I was born. I don't want no shit. But niggas tripping Yo it's on. open fire on my adversaries don't even worry. Better have on a vest aim for ya chest then your burried. Its a mans world niggas get played. Another stray hope I live to see another day HEY. I'm gettin sweated by these undercovers. who can I trust got my mama stressing. Thinkin its a drug bust. Gotta get paid but all the dramas thats attached. We're Livin the drug life thug life each day could be my last. Will I blast when its time to shoot'em. Don't even ask thats the Consquences when your living fast. 6 bricks of tricks for my niggas. I gotta come up and recoup you keep the dope. bring me 6 figures. Is it a bust I hear the sirens. Run for cover. over the fence and Open Fire.. These muthafuckas on my ass I'm in traffic. Will it be tragic im coming round the corner like I'm magic. Doing ninety on the freeway. And hitting swithces. In a high speed chase with these punk bitches. Don't turn around I ain't giving up. Cause they don't worry me.. Pussy ass bitches better bury me. Running out of gas time to park it. I'm on foot we in the hood. How the fuck they gonna catch a crook?. I got away cause I'm clever. Went to my neighbors for a favor. Now you know playas stick together. I watch the scene from the roof top. Spittin Oogies at the cops that persue me. Beyatch I'll be a hustla till its over mutha-fucka. Open Fire on you bustas.. . Don't try to follow me. I'm headed out of state.. I gotta pay my fuckin bills. So I'm transporting weight. Change my plates pick up my nigga. And now we rollin dropping keys like they stolen. Tell me who do you fear ?. I'm outta town till they coast is clear. Enough dope to last a year.. They got me runnin from the police. No where to go with the lights out Rolling down a dirt road. But I ain't going aliveI rather die than be a convict. I rather fire on my target.. I hit the corner doing 90. ahh shit them bitches right behind me. they take a shot and hit my fuckin tire.. NOW. I jump out the car and open fire.. . Ha ha Suckas. Thug life bitch.