picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz.i got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends.they got me under surveillance, thats what somebody be tellin'.know there's dope bein' sold, but i ain't the one sellin'.don't want to be another number.i got a f****n' gang of weed to keep from going under.the federalees want to see me dead.niggaz put prices on my head.now i got 2 rottweilers by my bed, i feed 'em lead.now i'm released, how will i live?will god forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?one life to live, its so hard to be positive, when niggaz shootin' at your crib.momma i'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone.my homies is inmates, and most of 'em dead wrong.full grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands.just picture me rollin', flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen.my dreams is censored, my hopes is gone.i'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone.my nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my habds is swollen.thinkin' of the G's i'll be holdin'.picture me rollin'...