my mind is clouded by these subliminal thoughts/
got me goin insane fellin down and distrought/
cause when you liven the life of a drug dealler/
you worst fear is to git caught/
runnin through da back streets/
wit some pigs chasin ya so close dat you can hear the rhythem of they feet/
so dats why I tend to pack heat/
and if a bitch don't pay his ass gits beat/
cause I cant handle da police/
they'd send the whole squad after me/
cause we've done met previously/
and I'm not necesarily on they A-list B/
so now I'm sittin here propped against a wall/
waitin fa da customer to give me da money for dis bong/
and sure enough out of da clear blue/
here they come cuz a mothafucka done snitched fo some tennis shoes/
so I drop da shit and haul ass/
fuck goin to jail cuz a bitch put my name on blast/
I can hear em callin me to stop and freeze/
but one of them shits so fuckin fat he cant even breath/
so now I take out my 9/
and shot a couple of times/
but now if they catch me I'll be in jail 20 to life/
but fuck it I don't care/
hold on.. wait a second I caint breath/
I look down at my chest and I'm startin to bleed/
but I don't stop I keep runin/
guess someone takes aim before they start gunnin/
my pace slows now/
everything is gittin darker now/
I aint gonna go out this way/
so I turn around and squeezed the trigger/
BLOW!! BLOW!!