Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state
preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate
Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky b*stards
Gunfire now they require may be closed casket
Who can you blame? It's insane what we dare do
Witness an evil that these men do, bytches in, too
In fact they be the reasons nikkaz get to bleedin
Pull the fukkin fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em
Hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) negroes disposed of
and snitches get dealt with, with no love
Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury
I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry
But never worry, they'll remember me through history
Causin motherfukkers to bleed, they'll label me a
Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin' well
When I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell
Just as well, cause in my cell I'm keepin' pictures of these b*stards
Exercisin', visualizin', everyone inside a casket
Picture me blasted, surrounded by nikkas in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail?
shyt's hard, who can you tell?And if we fail?
High speeds, and Thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy? Uh
Drive-bys and nikkas die, murder without a motive
By makin' motherfukkers fry
Got me runnin' from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops
Helicopters tryna hover over nikkas 'til we drop
Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire
Hit the district attorney,but fukk that bytch, cause she's a liar
Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the bytch
"Motherfukkers is crooked," is what I scream, and hit the fence
I commence to get wicked, spittin' rounds as the plot thickens
Never missin', an early grave is my only mission
If I die, never worry, bury me beside my four-five
May God forgive me, I was high, label me a
classic
fukk the judge, I gotta grudge
Punk police, nikkaz run the streets
Hahah, it ain't nuttin' but muuuusic
shyt's changed
1995 the game has changed, motherfukkers is actin REAL strange
The rules is all rearranged
You got babies lyin' dead in the streets
These punk police is crooked as me
But all I see is motherfukkers actin less than G's
Stop bein' a playa-hater, be a innovator nikka
fukk that shyt, don't be no entertainer and a stranger
Be a real motherfukker keep it real pack that steel
Cause you know these streets is real ill
Muh'fukkers wanna see me in my casket
Jealous, motherfukkin' b*stards
I never die, thug nikkas multiply
Cause after me is Thug Life baby
Then the young thugs
Then the youngest thug of all, my nikka RahRah!
Hahah, it ain't nuttin' but muuuusic
shyt's changed
1995 the game has changed, motherfukkers is actin REAL strange
The rules is all rearranged
You got babies lyin' dead in the streets
These punk police is crooked as me
But all I see is motherfukkers actin less than G's
Stop bein' a playa-hater, be a innovator nikka
fukk that shyt, don't be no entertainer and a stranger
Be a real motherfukker keep it real pack that steel
Cause you know these streets is real ill
Muh'fukkers wanna see me in my casket
Jealous, motherfukkin' b*stards
I never die, thug nikkas multiply
Cause after me is Thug Life baby
Then the young thugs
Then the youngest thug of all, my nikka RahRah! (*Gunshot*)
man say i tripped out whenever i revisit this ...Goat Pac Rant.