Yo, we gon' do it like this   Straight out the parts that they disregard   Never considered okay      Now don't get mad, nigga get glad   Goodie got them brand new trash bags, dag   And they know where to dump that ass   In the chair      The hoochie river with the rest of the kids   That did business outside la familians   Gettin' ya touched, down the cut   Blunts roastin' whole through tea bags      Blowin' bubbles out the wrong end   Mud in your stool piles, flamin' hotter than Dust Valley   The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire   The gangsters of this other century   Transforming hustlers and players into sissies      So slim goodie, you don't want no drug boy   He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant   Don't get too comfortable you ain't gon be here too long   G's get locked up and die      Most lie in they own surreal home   Trust the tree on the map   This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper   Swole, couldn't nobody put a finger on his naps      Now he up under the bridge stankin' in his birthday suit   Used to always holler about how he was gon' do a brother   Beat him to the punch-line, [Incomprehensible]   Being forced into early retirement at the age of twenty-six      Palms feel like bricks, peeling from distributing crack   Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle   To stay on top of sand dunes   'Cause mouths born with silver spoons      Make your bed you gotta sleep in it   But stakes made   Baking soda kept the knees clean   Narrow like a ravine      [Incomprehensible] fell good news   Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two   Left by oh-no, soul been gone   Disappeared like the dune      Once the temperature rise   But I'm with my Lawd, please grits, still ship   Half the pipes are gettin' sold out convenience stores   Where ya at now? Coming around trying to sniff out sounds      Well, rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear   The dogs are gettin' closer to the [Incomprehensible] now can you hear?   I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed   Your ass couldn't catch your tear      Lies, straws, mirrors and plates   Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes   Why can't I escape   These lies, straws, mirrors and plates?      In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks   Upon the map in the vault   Where this cat's trying to sniff me out   I'm in the southwest woods working all about      Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain   If I can't refrain 'cause some of these niggaz snortin' cain   And really don't know which way to go   Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix      Hits go for ten bucks, go for twenty and they good and plenty   Fat baggies like Maggies muffin'   Where the kid do the stuffin'   Silly of these young niggaz watching me      As I turn figures into solitaire   Twirl up my hair, pray to God I don't have to do him   Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was   'Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek      So to speak, I'm more like a icon when it was done   To approach my mosse   Be on that Rossie like The Click   So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it      Lies, straws, mirrors and plates   Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes   Why can't I escape   These lies, straws, mirrors and plates?      Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit   Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit   Now I got a little dough but it ain't that much more   Than every other nigga I know      We all still po, I don't sell dope, I sell hope   You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope   'Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.   I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right here      Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary   I got that thang with me, 'cause it's necessary   Shit, I was just ridin', wasn't even thinking out collidin'   But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights      I don't prepared myself to die if it's my time to go   He said, "You know what it is, you done seen it before"   This sad, of course I'ma be mad   Well, here you can have it god dammit if you want it that bad      You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star   I value both of our lives more than this car   You lucky nigga, I used to be you   Shit and I'd bust a hole in your chest, somebody could see through      Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight   And I would've been in the right   I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house   'Cause I ain't really dying by nothin' like this      Everythang cool my nigga   You could just drop me off at the house   Knahmsayin'?