Cookin in the kitchen,palms itchin.YO THIS BE MY BLOCK,MY HOOD.
My fists clap like a gat,instead of killin wit 16 why not slay wit 10?
Aww my homies from the streets, hardcore bitches and clean sluts.
all that nigga shit feel me? dat mofucka pac, i rapped wit him once in the 9 foe,and x-raided,lynch,that sac shit,that la shit,that bay shit. that new york shit. errything. cept fa that shit comin out montana, fuck dem.
If it gots guns bustin and cocaine heads rushin,.yo im wit it. I be watchin anything wit gangs,i rep the red and the blue yo,for america. and the crips and bloods. im a true brutha..
I dont watch tv,iz steal em
i dont reads books,iz burn em.
no heros fa this soulja heard..raised po in the hills of l.a. gotta nigga crazy..