Dadgummit

Now let me get this right... when Jesus left here

He left a going away place for me, and when he prepared that place

He'll come back and receive me, now where he is at, I'll be...

Now that's what you call a beautiful thought, Jack

This mics on? I take chances and play a lot of felony games

That's why my rent and my utilities are in melony namesSometimes don't ever change, it's too easy to obtain

Cocaine, that's why my people did that devil in the dope game

I've done the dope thing, tenths, graphs, quarters, halves

I was a natural cause I was pretty good at math

Hot temper you can catch me on a warpath

You know what they say; hard head make a soft ass

Livin life like tonight can be the last night

Cops in the car with the dogs and the flashlights (fuck!)

Got me laid out across the hood

It's all good it nothing but leather wood

This harassment is nonstop, and when it's not the cops it's the block

Haystak didn't come back whippin no Maybach

How fake is that, y'all know me better than that

But I'll rock a drop top SL Escalade truck and shit

Who that big fat white ass think he fuckin with

Don't that muthafucka know he had to suffer

He keep on comin through with that and end up a sucker

Now one day, I'm gon die

But until then, I'm gon ride

I feel I, can almost fly

It can go down tonight, Dadgummit!

I was a broke head, a raggedy broke head

Probably end up in jail dead or be a cokehead

My mission to get more bread, more fed and more head

Work hard until I drop dead

So much sweat and blood shed

Tears I wept, the nights done came and went and I never slept

It's crazy what one would do to uphold the rent

It's boundaries, men don't overstep

But yet, the newspaper full of incidents

Dude didn't have to die, that shit was senseless

Violence is sadistic, it grows on our existence

Me personally, myself, I'm against it

But so many dudes from other crews stay with him

You ain't gotta a chance if you get to beefin with him

Got six guns, shotguns and handguns

Semi-automatic magnums, keep your pants up

We can't afford to get caught with them now

And they roll up on ya like "Yeah, talk shit now! "

And they already got they guns out

But time won't allow you to get yours out (blaow!)

And about the time that you reach for your pocket

Bullets hit your muthafuckin ass like rockets

You couldn't return fire, it happened so fast

That's how they do it they sneak up and bust a cap in your ass

Now it's just a bunch of good talk about ya in slow songs

Everybody telling everybody to be strong

Positive, cause they gotta move on

Even though it won't be the same now that you gone

Gone, meanin dead gone meanin not here

Gone, meanin you meanin you won't have no birthday next year

Gone, meanin your kid no longer got a father

Cause pops was preoccupied with provin he was harder

My is [?], accomplish impossibilities

So much hositiliy hemmed up within me

So many ends and very few friends

I made thick and thin muthafuckas who ride to the end

You be lucky if you got enough to tote you to the hole

Cause them fair-weather friends get low when it's cold

I got women in my yard, diggin for gold

Mama said they was coming and I made a lil money, people think I'm made of money

Sometimes, I wish God would just take it from me

So I can see who's around here cause because they love me

And I could know who'd be down with me if I was bummy

Who'd feed me if I was hungry, clothe me if I was naked

And who'd kiss on my dick cause I made a few records

Who'd be at the hospital when a tragedy happened

Standin with family when they talking to the pastor