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Yea, John Taylor. Just as nice as Jerry Rice
Still dump Gatorade on the coach and rock this ring
For the "un" lets sing. Ya done ya thing
I seen it all from the bleachers, schoolin' them
Giving lesson plans to the teachers

When it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight
Lovin' each other in a caring mood
There's lots of people and lots of food
They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin'
But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'?

See, the world that we know is about to get finished
I'm watching last days wind down to final minutes
Got dreams of paradise and my whole fam in it
So I ain't got time to play no crime lieutenant
Do you got time to play the crime lieutenant?

When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks

Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin chronic blunts
Listenin to the "Chronic" album, playin backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target practice

I hope that God forgive us, all of us sinners
Turn us back into beginners
Put us up where the winners go
Holy apartments in the gardens in which the rivers flow

My man ain't like me sayin' I don't care if I die
But the SIG Sauer on me now I'm scared to die
You thinkin' the one I send to clap you be a shorty
But he old school, holdin' a .38, he in his forties

I shed a tear before the nights over
God bless the man I put this ice over
Gettin’ 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller

But I don't do it for the money, I do it from the heart
I do it with the beat box, I did it from the start
I do it for the dee jays, I do it for the charts
The Van Gogh flow, Luda do it 'cause it's art

As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg

Niggaz catch feelings, even contemplate killings
When you see millions, their are many chamillions
Your not a gunna, for real, your just a runna
Haters I spot you from a far, and I'm the deer hunter

I think about life pull down my hat
It's just like this road I don't know where I'm at
I don't want to be another cocaine story
Will I find my sanity, where I find my glory

Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines
You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes

Raised by game where niggas ain't phased by fame
Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain.
Stay in your lane, Brokeback ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the rain