Kb, vandalz (yeah yeah yeah)
This is for them soldiers (keep it goin')
All day, everyday (yeah yeah yeah)
I've got so much trouble on my mind
I got my windows seedy, county line's still on
Now what the hell is goin' on?
This nigga been around the world and back
And it's a lesson to be learned in that
A lot of paper to be earned in that
But I still couldn't discern the fact
That the life ain't gotta be like that
Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it
When I think about it, who gon' be down?
Gotta feel g about it, or you'll see about it
Where would I be without it?
(I'm sick of all you haters when I'm comin' 'round)
When I think about holdin' it down
Oh, when I was young in my neighborhood
I sold straps 'cause the paper's good
(so my bitch should understand me nigga)
We let them ends get bigger
It's always somethin' wrong with the picture
Seventeen years old, ain't no need to be rollin'
In a big body benz that's stolen
All my knuckleheads holla if ya hear me now
The grind is somethin' that you gotta stay real about
I doubt I'd change a thing about my life, except these haters
I'd take 'em baby, two at a time, with lefts and rights
And won't get tired 'til we all ball, causin' a riot
Can't even see no peace and quiet
So I decided misery I'll deal with myself
Ain't no need for me to be involved with nobody else
I'll chase my wealth across these continents
Why these fake mothafuckas wanna get with this?
Now who be lettin' them heads loose, aimin' off the roof
It's the new millennium and I still ain't feelin' 'em
I'm y2-ak, ready, hands steady
Shame on you niggas, how we came on you niggas
Shoulda pulled the heat out and flamed all you niggas
To the clique I'm dedicated, 'bout, blunted and faded
Ask a nigga, squeeze the young g
Situation turned drastic, I'm pullin' out plastic
So bring the beat 'cause I'm a bastard
Barely breathing, but leave the body in plastic
Blaze the broccoli on the roof of murderin' street
Psychotic, leave the mic, it's idiotic
Bring ya heat if you 'bout it
Watch 'em inhale butane and spit hot flames
Thug, so I'm stayin' heated
But fuck the trouble that it's caused
With a urge to splurge a piece of my poison
Violent millitants, check the currency on my pistol for them