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Yo what's up man?
Yeah, I gotta trunk fulla this shit
Word, broads still with me man, comin' over to grapevine right now
Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone

Damn, how'd I get into this scam
Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand
I came up from the curb, word
First thing it rocks, now my ride's packing crazy birds

I gotta freak in the front seat
She got crazy game, might even have more than me
And thats why I don't trust, I ain't no busta
One wrong move and I'll dust her

But she knows that, keeps a gat
Works much plastic, always stays on phat
She said she loves me
Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies

She only loves my cash flow, long dough
The false love of a pimp and a hoe
But me and her gotta job to do
Get this luggage back to the crew

She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk
And if they speakin about us then its jumping off
But I ain't sweatin' them at all
2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall

The lines on the highway, I'm makin' my mind drift away
To my last jail stay
5 years for a 459
I'm never going back, no matter what the crime

Surrendering ain't me
Fuck that, I'm holding court in the street G
For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce
My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs

Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger
Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger
Some nights I crash clubs
Rollin' with the posse made of well known thugs

Cool out with the freaks
Trucking much jewels, begging for beef
Thens some niggaz roll up
Lookin' for a way to pump the reps up

But I ain't the one
I'm handin' out beat downs, no need for guns
Sometimes I gotta ask myself
Is all this buck whylin' good for a niggaz health?

I don't know why
Am I suicidal, do I wanna die?
The answerin', simple
A headache throbs in my temple

It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right
It says it's going down tonight
We finally made it to the drop spot
King and Weston Ave, Snoody Fox

The posse was there, but it ain't right
Fuckin' police lights
Its all going down that road blocks
I never seen that many cops

It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin' wet up
Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime
But even in the flurry of gun shots
My adrenaline was boilin' hot

I crash down on the floor of the ride
Punch the gas, drove that Benz through they punk ass
Hit Vernor doin' 90
Looked in the rear view, no one behind me

I got on the phone
Called up the homies to see what went wrong
But no time to sweat that
I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat

I just need a cool place to hide
Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride
Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot
The streets was hot

Rubbed me down, said she adored me
Said the gunfire made her horny
The she pushed me back on the bed
Licked me head to toe, toe to head

Then I closed my eyes real slowly is this love?
No not me, then I felt a pain in my chest
The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh
I looked in her face, opened my mouth
And then her badge came out