Yea lets take em back. uh-huh. [Game]. I need a real love Mary hollar at me if you need a real thug. we could ride through Compton to see real blood, real crypts,.
Hey, I'm okay. Another day, another nightmare begins. And the sound that I hear. Is the relentless fire in my head. . Shifting gear in the driver's seat.
My Gun. (50 Cent). . (Gunshots Tire Screeching). . (Chorus). Nigga, my gun go off. . You see the barrell turnin'. You feel the hollows burnin'. Nigga now you learnin'.
Yea, uhuh, lets take em dere, yea. . Sonny did 10 years in a fed joint, he halfway out. He ain't home, his ass in a halfway house. Correctional facilities don't correct shit.
Who the fuck, nigga hittin' shots in the truck. Hope I'm able to make this right turn, my Neon fucked. The wodie that I'm with, bawlin' up like a bitch.
Walking down the street with a bottle of gin. Double vision crossing, now my head full of sin. Stumbling along watch the car lights pass. I wish I got the number of the girl in class.