I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize death
I seen my little homie get smoked like a cigarette
And these G's on the streets, enemies
They'll take your life for a hundred C's
I mean a hundred dollars or less
The game gets so wicked that I wear a bulletproof vest
Top 5
Going Through Somethangs
I Miss My Homies
Tryin' 2 Do Something
Gangstas Need Love
Bourbons and Lacs
I miss hearing No Limit in the hood. It's crazy, people still bang Trap or Die but not Ghetto D or anything No Limit other than Mystikal.