[ VERSE 1: Klas 1 ] I'm trapped in the dope game, fuck gettin out My mama told me to get my ass out her house But I don't give a damn cause a nigga lethal My girl called off cause my attitude is evil Motherfuck a bitch, I gotta stay up And dick-suckin hoes can get a nigga's nuts She better get gone before she get slaughtered Approachin a nigga with preachin and holy water I'm in the game and can't be saved Father ( ? ) he tried, and took two to his brain I warned ya not to drag or rag Cause you'll be fucked up quick, hauled off in a body bag Another day in the jungle When it comes to makin cash my stash is in a bundle Takin no shorts in the game Fuck sellin ki's, it's ( ? ) of cocaine My mama want me out the click But she better raise up before she get her wig split The only way I'm goin out is dead With a bullet in my head And that's enough said I'm pushin cocaine by the stacks Nigga, so fuck turnin back
(Try to get out, but I can't stop) (Can't get a legit job so I sling and get mine) (Try to get out, but I can't stop) (Just say no) (Bitch fuck you)
[ VERSE 2: Klas 1 ] Two years passed, I'm comin up like a fat rat Hoes sellin crack, oh bitch you need a 50 pack? Small-timers on the cut try to win And get fucked up with the Mac-10 A nigga pushin much weight And I just can't wait to campaign a new state On the cut, in the thick, I got hoes on the dick And you punk-ass cops can get the 86 FBI tried to bust But I relocates and keep kickin up much dust I'm fuckin over Puerto-Ricans My wholesale is so potent I got Columbians geekin And motherfuckers wanna stop me But they can't cause I'm runnin this game like John Gotti I got shit sowed up A busload of dope comin through and I'ma blow it up I don't bullshit when it come to my product^s Son of a bitches are dyin for narcotics But I don't give a fuck and that's a fact Nigga, so fuck turnin back
[ VERSE 3: Klas 1 ] Chillin at the crib I heard a noise ( ? ) Some niggas tryina swoop, so I tips to the window Grab my weapon and jump behind the do' Hollow points left they ass on the front flo' They shot back, so I took cover Only thing on my mind was killin these motherfuckers Goddamn, who in the fuck could they be? Five niggas in a Benz, six mo' in a Cherokee One nigga thought he got me Until I blew his fuckin head off his body Another nigga tried to get some But the shit I was shootin blew him up like a timebomb Tryina make it through the front do' Steady blastin niggas as hardheads hit the flo' These motherfuckers want my cash But all they gonna get is a quick death real fast Now it's one nigga left tryina plead Shut the fuck up, bitch, bow to your knees You shouldn'ta try to come with the drama I guess I break the news to your mama That I had to lay her son on his back Comin with that bullshit - motherfuck turnin backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
