Lyrics
i got too much ngas with guns,
it's like'n army to run,
I'm like a father to these cat's
so to me they my sons,
I feel the pain in they legs,
when they out on'da the run,
and i feed them all bread,
even if i got crumbs,
all out fa my ngas,
like a helpless bum,
i scavenger these streets,
high , sometimes drunk,
too much ngs to rob,
to much ngs is bunz,
to many bitches wit jordans on,
only rob kids who think they grown enough,
little ass nga's that end up wanting to much,
eyeing the block, trying to get stash a'da drugs,
snooping aroun like they ass was scruff mc Gruff,
keep fucking wit me, ima haev you unda rug,
wit my tims all muddy, so i'm fucking you up,
been grimey all my life , and i don't give a fuck,
i don't give a shit about what life made of,
i'm trying c a nga dead, cover in blood,
or nga head, coming out the dirt in a mud,
ya mama leg, coming out the garbage truck,
next week in the courtroom fucked,
lying as hell, telling the judge nga so what.
tryn' bullshit me , tell me piss in a cup,
talking bout i'm on drugs, saying i'm all fucked up,
nga i'm ghetto, i sip o'l e'z , and throw up,
clean my self up , then get another cup,
hennessy, anything that get me fucked up,
everclare, to c my hands and floor touch,
don't eva dare, approach me if you ain't got nuts,
cuz i'm grimey nga, i'm what the devil made up.
