Now homey if I go to Hell and you make it to the pearly gates
Tell the boss man we got beef
And tell his only son, I'm a see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a movie
For leavin' us out to dry on straight poverty
For not showin' me no signs they watchin' over me
Yo! We a new breed in two thousand six
We don't give a fukk about that religious bullshyt
nikka show me where the cash at
The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shyts
Man my life is painful, pray to angels
I'm prayin' to myself hopin', I ain't got to spank you
My bullets shank you, and when my guns start cuttin'
Ain't nobody gon' save you
In the bible times, they ain't had to deal with the shyt
We dealin' within, these survival times
Are you serious???

