yride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nikka with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand, where hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin at him different
That was back when I was nine
Joey packed the nine
Pack to stand on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, fukk is up?
fukk you shootin for if you ain't walkin up?
You fukkin punk, pickin up the fukkin pump
Pickin off you suckers, suck a dikk or die or sucker punch
Or warn the bullets comin from
AK's, AR's, "aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma said when we was eatin that free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94. fukk yo truce
Now crawl yo head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news