[K.B.]
I`m your number one suspect cause I wear black `locs
Took my head back and choked on weed smoke
Ya call me a ghetto thug but I say: `Damn you!`
I`ma live my life just how I want to
I`m out there bad, like a mad man, the savage
You can`t manage with that, I`m doing some kind of damage
I`m in a ghetto street spotlight
I`m always loced down and always high as a kite
Now everyday is like somebody`s watching me
Gotta get my 9-millimeter before they cap on me
They be be coming up good, this number one suspect ain`t no punk
Go pop ya trunk, go grab ya pump
I ain`t about to be put to rest
Cause this young black ghetto thug ain`t expired yet
I`m strong with no fear, they said I be dead in a year...
[Pharaoh]
I used to roll in them rental cars with a trunk full of oz`s
Droppin`em thangs off, sometimes they were whole keys
Me as my brother`s parents, now he runs with the Killa Klan
And my nigga K.B., now he`s a family man
Solo solo chemistry, my mind started building
And if ya breath took off, that`s when I started to thinkin` millions
That`s when I got agg, bought me an A.K. and bunching bag
And gamed the squad game and a perfect aim in a nigga`s ass
See, my solution was to take every god damn thing I wanted
Even if I had to break a nigga`s mothafucking ass down
With these hard hitting hands or with them automatic rounds
Shit, within no time I had a lot of people scared
Cause the whole damn city found out jacking weren`t dead
And a lot of jealous ass niggas and hoes
Said I would be dead in a year but that was two years ago
And I`m still living...
[Icy Hott]
Everybody`s living in a world of crooked thoughts
I`ve been criming for years, no fears of getting caught
I`m always labeled as a suspect, snatching gold
Stealing clothes outta stores before they open their doors
I`m struggling, thinking crime gonna help
I brought a child in this world but I can barely feed my damn self
Water and bread, who gonna keep the kid fed?
Jacking ain`t dead because of my little Marchise
Me and Sho at your do` about fo` o`clock
Who ever answers the do` gonna get robbed and shot
Icy Hott wasn`t made for the minimum wage
That for I grabbed my gauge and got my ass paid
I got popped by a chink at the corner store
Stairing at me from the time I walked through the door
He thought I ran out of his store with a beer
He shot me in my back and I was dead in a year...
[Flea]
Say I be dead in a year, I won`t see twenty-one come
And at the way I`m going out, G Rapp gonna be my mother`s only son
Say I never be shit, just another nigga in a pen
But I get mo` money, spend it and get paid again
Left my books to be a crook, left my job just to rob
How ya gonna tell Flea how to live when times get hard?
Be myself, so I did, I need help, I sold drugs
Cause all I ever knew were crooks and thugs
I was down from the heart, cracking cars until ya start
Take it to the back of my hood to undress the fucking parts
Everytime I`ve seen a cop, I got a bad thought
Like breakin`em down the middle like a half ounce
And ya life for tomorrow wasn`t garantied
Cause ain`t a nigga got a life time warranty
And I know them hoes shit that we still here
And gonna be living to blow out our candles next year...
