-shortie doo wop-

years and years of that rough life runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a glock and livin trifed on the regular bokin out competitors see them take a move and take them down like a f__k_n predator get in trouble everyday in school act a fool and you know I had to break every rule showin off for the niggaz cause I had the mad rep so I had to watch my back when it was time to step [????] with love for me pop, pop, pop and send a chuckle up above for me Aiyyo eibody kept passing me by, but I didn't cry broke and head off with the pack and started sellin g's And now the money's looking lovely Pop the drop top and Kick 'em the game it's all the same i kick it back yo Give 'em slack and now they label me THUG LIFE nigga people check it get disrespected if you front the birdman you heard me man catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover me and my niggaz got a plan kickin' major dust so if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust a lot of pressure with the street fame it's a deep game and my mama always cryin' yo there's so much pain ---===strey' reppin' P.I. y'all===---