[ Featuring Bronze Nazareth ]
Get the girls on the line, i ain't lieing
Ya'll understand it, never aband chicks
I plan hits, like ah bandit, slick
Fell in quick sand, thick, avalanches
Bricks bust my head, hands gripped onto branches
Half down, eight left to go, last round show
Yo, excercise the mind, physical is gonna grow
Play my citadel, will survive, stay livin well
In the real world or pits of hell, thats ah prison cell
Post cards from Florida, Canal street in New Orleans
Dixon sent flicks, still i want more of ya
Pitbullin like ah hoya, case laced wit three lawyers
Mike the prosecutor screamin i'll destroy ya
He outta thirty-six dist, sittin in ah hole wit ah list
Of criminals, cryin they hit, plus they minimum, no joke
Young dog, west side nigga sold dope, clipped the
Cab drivah, yo you should've slit his throat, dexter
Cats deep in the pen, reminiscing about dough
How he cought five, survived and not missing
Rolled wit ah crew of niggas, big money young days fast
Didn't know what to do wit his figures
Courts jerkin'em from eighty-five licks yo, whacks
Brung back, he jump ship, nobody knew how he slip
Life ah fight, low nigga still slang white, he in the streets
Ride ah navi wit heat, under the seat, for the, thunder
Storms in the forms of beef, word