Lyrics:
the bars I'm in federal jail
I'm goin' far like a general male
Sway I got the fellas sayin what up
The tape what up
Same muhfucka playing with the steak
business"
I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin'
Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison
As I'm bailin' down the block that I come
business)
I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin'
Pack my nine 'til it's time to go to prison
As I'm bailin' down the block where I
I'm sayin'?
You got to do that shit, keepin' it real nigga or what?
Keepin' it real!
How old are you nigga?
I'm eleven
'Cause all I see is,
I'm getting so drunk I'm gettin so high
What a waste of a muh fuckin life
Don't really give a fuck if I die
Blessed that I made it livin past
Nigga I'm seein' triple of the breakdown
That's what I make now
And nothin' flake now
Fuck the law
50-50 love showed across the board
I'm
Fingers squeezin' on the pipe
Livin' by a fire I'm ready dyin' by the fire
You gotta go you gotta go
Unloadin' that gunfire
When I say I'ma shoot it brodie
I'm just an oxymoron in a a song when I'm straight bent
Intoxicated on sobriety, irony makes sense
I'm tryin' to make a livin', you dyin' to pay
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
business)
I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin'
Pack my nine 'til it's time to go to prison
As I'm bailin' down the block where I
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
who tryin' to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge
Deadly as AIDS, n****s gettin' crossed like a maze
Now picture me
this shit these niggas sippin deslom
Claiming they pourin 4 by the 5th
You ain't living what you spittin intuition
Gifted three sixty versitail when it
I'm in the booth
I'm spittin' nothing but the truth
I'm in the booth
Don't know the game or what to do
Look, I'm doin' circles in the booth
This just
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
Come on man get this bible man get this word (i hustle)
You know what I'm sayin' let me speak some life to you (i hustle)
Know what I'm (I hustle)
I
who tryin' to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge
Deadly as AIDS, niggas gettin' crossed like a maze
Now picture me
Ortiz (what up!)
I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth
On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef
I'm one in a mil', comin' to kill
It's
shit man
Uh
Goodnight
I love You
Smooch from daddy
Ya It's been a minute
But I'm pushin' past my limit
I'm admittin all these rules I'm spittin
Livin
know how a nigga's livin'
Takin' from motherfuckers cause nobody ain't givin'
A damn thang! To a nigga, a real nigga
So I'm living by the motherfuckin'
Turnt into a beast
Murder on the streets
I've been on a mission
I ain't even heard of sleep
You prolly think I'm trippin
The way I'm spittin's
when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm
at the same spot
What's my name?
[Chorus] (2x)
[Vocoder Box:]It's John Doe
[DJ Quik:] 4-5's spittin' up outta the
[Vocoder Box:]Four Door
[DJ Quik:] No
these rappers a bad fight
Me spittin’ these bars is a mad sight
Haters be changin' opinions, is that right?
I'm winnin’, I’m livin’, I’m spittin
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