Please, God, let a bad boy die old Do you think I wanna lie cold Or better yet have many shots come close to the head? Shirt soaked till it's red The
makin' their skin red Sound waves disrupted, they fucked, kid Air holes bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin' The best is yet to come MC's get strung
sex appeal, my tech is real And my rep is real, KRS Woo-woop-woop, that's the sound of EMS The rag on your head, it best stay white 'Cause I can turn
he has to do is call on you Now Lord, come bring favor into his life Favor into his music Lord Let him know that his best is yet to come Aslong as he
watch my best friends turn they backs on me You the liar cheater mistreater never come on the block if you stop and think why everybody is hot us's
stoop is us This is for my Benjamin, bitches You don't need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches Ayo, your clique is soft, my wrist is frost I just pick
Bottom line with your business You gotta get a spot to handle it Nigga, no slackin', lackin', me trackin' Me [unverified] is my best friend, there's my best
to come and blow you away The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with "What time is
them is fat and loud Second one is black and proud Third one's drunk and wild Fourth one slip and slide One of them is just shy Last one is young and
by one, gun by gun Son by son, done by done Whoever come murder fest, one of the best I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address I come
t fake it when I'm high Get the Visine for the tight red eyes Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
still praying for the best This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK47 is my fucking address
killas is ballin the niggas is targets the snitches is talkin but this is New Orleans I love what i got I'm just livin the moment I aint dyin just yet
come quick, the money cani??t fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit, and Ii??m so unfit cos all I eat is rappers, and these rappers aint shit I like
but a shepherd boy Driving his flock to the fold Is not your hawk upon it's perch Your steed is eating hay And you a gay lady in your arms And yet you
's a war going on And it's been going on since before I was born Though the undisputed origin has yet to be formed It all used to boil down to the red
bum Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own Nigga, you supposed to be grown I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be But negativity is
Shep is shockingly accused of child molestation, the neighborhood is suddenly torn in half. What once seemed to be a picture of the "perfect man," is