Seven A.M. woke in da mornin' wit henn and caffiene and green and nicotine
no dough so pop a couple of dough, Lil' Rippsta..***** mista clean, *****
deep--deep in my tumble and now to get, sentimentally steamed, wit
my..instrumelody, and heated especially ball your team, and a 45 indeed will
beam now between da scenes destroy your dreams, you willin to die we'll
see
how many faces when l cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo' Thugs tyrin to be
perfect--disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
six rivals spittin' fire this da real truth *****, breakin down for lies my
messiah steady get ready for armogeddon shoot 6-5. lt's wild, bless da child,
the one dat became a man
put in positions out and we perve
all that l had to
do was stare. Test me now, contend never no surrender no pretend
pick up my
pen
and my hemp
all in my trust a friend, friend. Hey! open and lets see if
ya' real, we all suited dig bout 4 in da mornin', maybe we aint marchin' we
shootin', and then they recruitin' theirs they forgot..everyday in da ghetto,
we start em' off endin with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now
kick it......