Yeah help for the helpless!. Big money big cars.. big weed! [T-Pain adlibs]. Y'all know what time it is! But you better stack that money!. (Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...). For baaaiiilll..... I'm on bail got that weight for sale. Strawberries and blueberries all on a nigga's tail. I'm on bail bet not 'nare nigga tell... bet not 'nare nigga tell. Yeah!. I'm on a two million dollar bail. Caught with the product that them young niggaz sell. I'm fresh outta cells twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my pager. The situation gettin thick Dat Nigga Daz is major!. I live the life of a gangster I rob gangsters. Ten years up on the table I deny that flavor. She a fighter to the fullest if I lose I catch a bullet (bullet). Can't tell a nigga nuttin when he starvin and losin. Now I'm back up on the street completely correctly. You disrespect me it's the same that's it's gon' be. Automatics get tragic when you let niggaz have it. Then I'm caught back up like before I gotta stack my cabbage. Monday morning 8:30 right back in court. Couple of homeboys my momma give me full support. Raised up filthy but the Lord be with me. Like an addict it's the verdict and the jury "Not guilty!!!". They used to have me on that paperwork. 'cause I used make my paper.. work lifestyle covered with dirt. See I was first on my block with .40 caliber glocks. Similarities to my uncut they ready to rock (ready to rock). 'Cause everybody wanna ball nobody wanna get caught. Only the pros and the cons get to stack these knots. Motherfuckers want that Benz with the millions by the karats. When they fencing all day they start talkin like a parrot. Information they sharing so be cautious where ya walk. Never pillow talk behind closed doors in the dark. It might creep back and bite you indict you convict you. to a five by nine for a very long time. Fuck droppin dimes niggaz is droppin whole hundreds. So the hood's gettin skinny and the one-times love it. If I don't go get it then the next nigga will. So I kill at will with my gauge in them killin fields. Yeah!. Yo X tell my momma to put the house up wait the house cost too much. Tell her to get a hundred grand out the Porsche truck. It's just like a house 'cause I take a bath in it. Get ass in it and I gotta stash in it. Smoke hash in it blueberry chocolate tah. Smokin chronic make me see shit like 2Pac alive. Bandana knotted in the front like 2Pac alive. Walkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy. I bang (Thug Life) but this ain't Death Row. This some gangster shit for my niggaz down on death row. Exhibit A - watch how I let the tec go. And Exhibit B - burn the rubber on the West coast. Y'all know y'all miss that shit