These are last words of a hanging slave How can I forget this I rob you put you on my hit list Under my nails is dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds we brave men I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin I wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zone Wanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bones Wanna be the heat you feel makin ya moan Wanna be the hospital bed that you lay on Wanna be the god you feel when you pray-on It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper-con I'm gonna kill something Rap cats be real frontin Fuck shootin legs Cock back put his brains on the pave Nigga how bout that Close range with the gadge get payed First rapper to shoot off stage Turn the front page the next day my life is like a book A twenty four hour song without no hook Millennium Thug computer chips up in my slug Turn quarters when you turn quarters know who to plug Thugs around me outside its grimmy outside Better slide before you get bodied outside