What A Way To Go Out

I want to join a gang

They'll have my back with gats

We'll walk in packs and stack g's

But yo, I lack these qualities

I gotta kill a fool, steal his wallet, key, and ID

But I need encouragement

Initiation ain't enough for me to snuff an innocent fool

Yo I got school on Monday

So one way, or another I'ma fell bad

I need to gain acceptance 'cause my reps' been in the trash can

I'm blasting, asking can I join, 'cause the big night's here

I got a slight fear I might hear gunshots in my direction

'cause the slums got a ton of niggas flexing

I started stepping and there stood this young girl

Loaded my hollow tips and followed the dip

Pulled my shotty on the hotty and I blasted the bitch

Wish I woulda known it was my little sis

Niggas want to step, let 'em, I'm gonna get 'em

Pull the trigger finger then I wet 'em

I learned that from my pops, now I want to pop cops and shit

Slang hots and rocks to hit

Get mine the only way possible

I gots to pull some starts, but niggas starts some bull

Cool, can I kill him? of course I can

I know I can, because I call myself the man

I'm out cruising the block that I own smoking a Swisher

When all the rocks are gone, I will be richer

Fiends keep me paid, each day is mine to lounge in

To broke niggas how's that sounding?

Niggas wish they had my ends- even my friends

They look with envy as I step out of my Benz

Here I am, then they sprayed me

Hey, G, I never thought nobody'd fade me- yo I went out

"What a way to go out, out like a sucka"

My man, peep it, I used to keep this

New shank inside my bomber for drama

On the ave, my boy checked me

Let me know he didn't see me as a v-e-t

Nigga, I said see that bitch at the ready-teller getting cash?

Bet that ass I'ma kill her

Gotta let these niggas know I ain't no sucka

Pulled out the shank, grabbed the bank, then I stuck her

What the- why did I fade her?

I shoulda saved it, put it in my pocket for later

But hey, the crew knows I'm true, though- that counts

Plus I got back when I'm out

chillin

I get top be -illin

Until with my li'l friends the cops caught me

God-damn, the sentance they gave me

I'm in the pen with no clout

But yo, I didn't go out

Holy mackerel, that girl got the fat booty

Like Pam Greer, these niggas is square

So I stepped near with no fear

I drive a Lexus, she got the Nexxus flowing hair

To make a nigga want to stare

Kicked the Cassanova then I drove her to the castle

Got the freak undressed with no hassle

The butt was firm, made the funky worm stiffen

Reached for my condom, damn, a fat rip in

The packaging, the lubrication was all dried up

Hope that the rubber don't ride up

Posted in the wallet for eons, the neon green was faded

Broke on the first stroke, I shoulda waited

A year later, caught the flu from Sonya

Shot through the clinic, they said it was pneumonia

Caused by HIV breaking down the immune system. . .

(That was my motherphuckin man, damn I miss him)