Out On Bail

Hahahah Role model? I'm a fucking menace to society Bitch, you fucking better quit Police, what ... Whatcha gonna call the police? Hahahah Thug in me It seems I can't turn back I'm walking round strapped Can't sleep My enemies want me capped Call my mama and they scream drama (kill you, kill you) What could it be? Don't they know, that they fucking with a G (rat-a-tat) I'm going to sleep but with my eyes open I'm getting high And I pray that when I go I can die smoking Go to the funeral my homies dead He passed away Got caught up in the wrong place Got blasted, hey That's just another part of being black It ain't no thang, but if you slang Then you better watch your back Cause these mother fuckers love to see you gone You gotta stay strong Young brother cause it's on And I'll be, slanging these things, till the break of dawn Gotta make my ends (HEY) Then it's time to take it home I got some hoochies on my pager It's major Let me play her like a game of fucking Sega (beep, beep) Time to wake up 2 in the mornin' You gotta leave Got'sta sleep by myself, cause I'm a G It's time to say goodbye, I Got'sta get my strap I was raised in the gutter Now I can't turn, back It seems I can't turn back They want me to change But now I can't turn, back It seems I can't turn back They want me to change But now I can't turn, backI got thirty homies dirty mackin' Jealous cause I'm stackin' I stay tackin' Packing heat In case these jealous niggas get to actin' To shiesty, sharky, ? and wanna leak Or get restless, try to test this, get they ass put to sleep (plow) I'm playing for keeps In it for life, ain't no turning back I'ma keep hustling, as long as the fiends keep burning crack No love for these bitches cause when you down and out they backs turn I dig em and ditch em be about my riches Sip my liquor and let my snap burn Can't let these funky cock-hoes destroy me Only quality time I spend is on these plots that employ me These punk ass cops annoy me Playa-hating on my cash got Leaving enough up ? in my strap and up in my stash spot Trying to crash my squat Trying to stop a nigga from earning snaps See hustling is all I know so there really ain't no turning back I can't turn back They saying I'm crazy I can't turn back I won't quit I can't turn back They want me to stop But yo I can't turn back Spice 1 Coming up off a clip So nigga don't trip It's the SPI When I step into your shit And nigga your quick to die So take this slug to your chest Cause ain't no turning back Raised in the ghetto smoking motherfucker slanging crack I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up He was the key to getting me scrizied sold up So now I'm running like a motherfucking fugitive And all I carry is memories of how I used to liveEverytime I wake up I hit the floor I thank the Lord I don't know what I'm living for I run out the backdoor Ain't nothing nice in my life I ask my nigga spice (wu-sup nigga?) Don't wanna die, am I living right? I hit the corner smoking weed, drinking Hennessey (cough) Will I be sober enough, so see my enemies? (Bring it) And if I do will I empty my clip, or will I trip? Cause I ain't giving up for shit I can't turn back I can't turn back They want me to quit But yo I can't turn back They saying I'm crazy I can't turn back They want me to quit But yo I can't turn back I can't turn back They want to to quit But yo I can't turn back I'm still thugging I can't turn back They want to to quit But yo I can't turn back