For all my low life thug niggas, For all my niggas in the hood, Livin the life of a ghetto star, Ha ha ha Makavelli,
Just holla my name And witness game official Niggas is so shame They stare stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox Gone my block Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop I hit the weed And hope to god I can fly high Witness my enemies Die when I ride by Ita's shit to try Send they bodies to they parents up north With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off Fuck em all what I scream as I dream
