(talking)
I could feel it, ain`t no more thinking bout
The sun gone shine
[Z-Ro]
Dj Screw, Fat Mafio, and Gator are gone
I want to be strong but lately the pain won`t leave me alone
For myself, crawl down and get away from this drama
No understanding by my father can`t even talk to my mama
Got the world on my shoulders and it`s too heavy to hold
Thinking suicide, but that won`t be too good for my soul
Started out as a christian but sinning took over my mind
Time after time just for show that I resort to the crime
Where my real niggas at, the ones I helped in the past
Now that I`m doing bad and I ain`t got no cash to make me laugh
I done got you where I want but holler if I roll
They want to know how many big faces a Mo City don fold
Want to jack me when I`m through and do my niggas for life
It`s deja vue for me to be face to face with triggers tonight
I know your bad movs are swift really soon I`ll be gone
Now try to cover up together just want some love before I`m gone
Still thinking of best free, no better person on the planet
Steady be driving away people I love and I can`t understand it
God damn it how can I love without loving myself
Having visions of me pulling the trigger slugging myself
I done went from rags to riches, riches to rags now I`m stuck
Plus my boo is acting nautios because I`m bout to truck
And I ain`t did nothing, when I grab something and start dumping
Ain`t got no time for pussy just pimping a pen and bumping
On the hottest block, making sure the bills stay paid
Pick it up and drop it now flossing until I`m down in the grave
When it happen let it happen cause I won`t bust back
Retaliation from busters trying to get they nuts back
I take it like a man, knowing I gave this life my all
No more hooks, no more verses this is my final curtain call
(Chorus: Bettye Sterling)
After the rain, after the rain
I still feel the pain, feel the pain
My final curtain call, asking y`all
Let me pray for my dogs, all of y`all
[Pup]
Living a thug life in blood it`s like hell at home
So many cops around my hood it`s like jail at home
But still I roam, on the block, with a pocket full of sweets
So much sales, so much smoke I got to get lifted out my feet
Cause if I wasn`t some of y`all niggas would be dead round here
And pull par, we give you hot lead round here
And niggas scared round here, cause I`m a natural born killer
Ridgemont gorilla give you more chills than thrillers
I`m bone hard, you better open up your chest at will
The only investment that I receive was a talented deal
This life is real, and it ain`t having no mercy man
So you still struggle seem like a nigga be thirsty for pain
I`m going insane, but to maintain it`s really the key
But it`s hard to do that when these hoe niggas is pressuring me
It ain`t no lecture in me, I`m gone remain a g
This for weed, come to port that`s for P-U-P cause I`m a
(Chorus - 2x)
