Must be the chronic that got these nigga thinkin they bionic They better get the hell of that gin and tonic Bring the blues, I shatter and batter crews Can't lose, don't snooze on the 30 shot Who's on my my hip when I leave my residence Get me fed I spit lead and leave u dead like presidents Shit is silly, bust the sequel I'm runnin from the cops and still gotta watch for my own people Stress leads me down the path of redrum Smart enough get some mad enough take some Want some, need some, fuck around and bleed some Don't get dumb, I'll beat that ass like a drum Hostility is buildin on a daily basis Sick of all the nonsense save the mean faces, I ain't scared Of you My glock erases wrinkles leavin expressions of pain Can't think with a bullet in your f'n brain I hop skip and jump bail I ain't goin upstate again I'm in the alley hidin in a garbage pail Peep the style of the runaway child Livin wild, poppin stick like noon now Ooh child, things ain't gettin no easier My hair is gettin peazier, I'm lovin it don't worry Be nappy on the regular, live long and prosper Get yours, love your mom, safe sex, etc... The streets are filled with temptaion and madd sin The last thing we need is saint ives Suicide on the rise, everybody think they uzi weighs a tonne Shit's gettin hectic, too much redrum