I shoulda been x’d, now im going 4 self I aint worried bout nobody else…. I shoulda been x’d from tha system X’d from tha hood, and u wonda y im up 2 no good
I’m back from tha hood, fuck it man I’m packin deez goodz Got sumthin that’ll split n yo wood Got sumthin that’ll blow up yo block, knock off yo knock U thankin dat in playin when I’m saying dat docz bulletz in hot Deez misslez iz large, look man, I’ll sleep in yo yard I’m an x-con.. i’m a beg bond.. I’m tha presidents pawn, in the chess game And if u look a lil close man it’s all the same Man, itz u 2…. Jus us few And if u wanna live longer then u doo what deez pigs say do When itz ova then im shooting dem 2 mothafucca
Verse 2.
Lord I’m loozin my mind. Loozin my soul And I’m thankin thatz y deez bulletz so cold Uhh but I’ll buss on a bitch Lord, I’m going 2 tha devil 4 a fix Fuck dat, look here imma stay strong… til u com home til u come bacc Mississippi til I die, in a Cadillac Dr. I need weed 4 my cadarac He-man, hot damn wherez battle cat? I don’t battle rap I don’t sell crack. I don’t gang bang But I will drop dis mic and let my nutz hang Mississippi til I die, hol’up mane
(db) we want fight in yo hot damn war we don’t wanna live here no more
Verse 3. (Kamikaze)
I’m tha anthrax spittin, Mr. Tampax snif’n Pull a graveyard symptom, up 2 sam’z crack kitchen Send jr. off 2 war, but he came bacc bitchin Wit hiz trigga finger itchin cause his daddy neva listen’d I’m on dis recon mission cause I’m x’d up outt tha system And I’m hyper cause dem sniperz Yes I’m black wit a lac, but my nimz dent glissen and tha Fedz dat come 2 cee me, Sondra lee is still mission.