God damn, I'm lookin' at my picture in the paper
I know I shot the bytch, but you know I didn't rape her
Called up moms to get the whole low down
Said leave town, the feds kicked the door down
Reaching for my indo and lookin' out the window
I know I should've burnt that bytch with the Pinto
Watchin' my back cause you get what you give
And nikkas who kill ain't got long to live
But I really can't trip off a 187
I done smoked so many, close to 11
Cause I'm in the shyt deep, I can't even sleep
Can't wait till 12 o'clock for a late night creep
Don't take me to jail, I'm a 2 time loser
The cops wanna trip, i'm a have to get my Ruger
Got bullet-proof windows on my gold-plated Lexus
Need to take a trip, got a cousin in Texas
Sellin' dope for a while so you know I got ends
About 40 g's only got 3 friends
Smith & Wesson and 9 millimeter
Always wanna see ya, and dying just to meet ya
To all you Og's on the run, yo I feel ya
Cause life ain't easy when you livin' like a killer
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