I used to roll around with this evil little kid
Who never gave a * about anything he did
He used to bang,
used to slang,
used to rob,
used to shoot
Used to fight anybody who was dissing on his crew
He was caught up in the mix,
caught up in some *
His whole * life was dedicated
to the clique Ended up doing time,
stuck in a cell
Why the * little kids can't get out on bail?
He did a few years,
* the DA He counted every minute,
every hour,
every
day Only a couple real homies showed him love along
the way The only homies that he's rolling with to
this day Blowing this * off my motherfucking chest
Cause I'm holding * back like a bulletproof vest
And I say * the rest cause I'm rolling with the best
With the only crew that I'm gonna bang to the death
And * doing time cause I'd rather be dead
Put a slug hollow tip to my motherfucking head
Everyone has regrets but this life will never trade
So get the * out the way,
we on a evil escapade
He'd be rolling through the hood,
we on this evil escapade
If you would try to step to me and my homies you woulda do it
Cause back in the day he would stay up all night,
every night
Got no conscience in this head And I walk around strapped,
what you know about that?
I don't carry school books, I spray lead
I used to roll doggy,
pinch the boo doggin' Everybody stepping in my direction,
no stopping when I start to strut
Scrapping bitches in the cuts,
in the alleys of my neighborhood Liquors in my cup,
watching bus bullets flying
Never seen me crying,
me I tell the truth,
I promise even when I'm lying No denying where I'm coming from
Fist fights turned into cliff fights,
rumble on,
remember when?
All you did was slash out the toys
Now you so codifented that you didn't hear
the noise Click clack from behind you,
tripping,
never mind you
Wanted this to happen,
gang banging,
love the action Free the homies that I miss
and all the ones that used to roll with
People I grew up with that never
finished the growing Sitting sideways,
speeding down the highway
Poofs packed with the perfect plan,
did it my way High days came and went
but I wouldn't call them heaven sent
Cause traumatic events were regular in the days that
underwent Got my hood mentality and that's something
I'll never trade So get the fork out the way,
we on the evil escapade
Rollin' through the hood,
lean on this evil escapade If you
would try to step to me and my homies,
you wouldn't do it Cause back in the day,
we would stay up all night,
every night
Got no conscience in this head,
and I walk around strapped,
what you know about that?
I don't carry school books, I spray lead