Freeworld to the Pen

I must of been raised in city streets

Just to be the chosen one

Playin golf with me nine iron

Gotta bust a hole in one

Like them hits squads

Do them quick jobs

I'm gonna get gunned down

Me lickin them shots

Never let nobody get passed one round

I be the son of a G and gun blaster

Them gonna be casper

Me pull it much faster

Daddy left me basterdly

As a g at last I see

Now bow dow thow so call me daddy streets

Gotta rain like rain man

Executed me game plan

It's a bird in a plane

Comin from the main land

Me living the high life

Keepin an eye out for the drive by

As the word of the lord that's war

That were fool die by y lie

Mira I died

That man so fried from up out a high

I'm ready to die when the bags fly

Then jump on the mic and sound alive

Makin my blocks

Smokin my rocks

Steady be hittin me licks

Smokers expected the two one action

Cut flex as big as them bricks

Collections from the connections

Cashin checks into the safe

Tryin to get a crank

Now got a crunk

Mom want me to stop but I can't

Just smokin my sets as I rest on top of the hill

Gone chill with the real deal

Me packin the steal that kills in thrills

Guard my grill in the battle field

Me popin them pills for dollar bills

Makin you feel no love

Keepin these fiends in these fine dreams

In these h-town steets on up

Hold up

Were all the meanin for the fienin in my neighborhood

They huntin me down for more

I'm guessin my caine was good

From they one they begun

They life was't strait

Now I become the one these dirty cops hate

Stay sneek and out from a cloud up in the sky

Higher than a kite flys

Shank that will pull my brise

But I might tell them white lies

Me kickin it just how it goes

Skippin all of the rest

Me say it for all of you hoes

Passin my trick the killer man says

Be live with the mic

Yea u lik me to be

See my life through the eyes of a child from the street

Crack in the back of your cranium

Aimin them lik basukas

Them pigs never book us

Me pimpin them telephone hookas

Look cause

U better surrender

Remember me in the pretend though

Up genders in my agenda

Get surved by the bulabar tender

Never let a fredge at last gun

Them askin to get one

Realise them killa bees at your knees

Me get yo back scuffed

You started all of the ruckes

Along with the rest of them bustas

Them struck by the buck shot

Pump out sucker

The game so perila though

Still I blow

Killa smoke

Kick a door down

For a bird on the sterio

Gotta tell the secrets of the streets

Revile them on beats

Who cheats creeps deep in the dawn

Just lik the grim reaps

Take a peep out ya window

Watch info creepin up slim holes

Now I kick them flows

Selling indoor with all of my ido and what

I got them so sick when I let them hoes know

I still don't want them to trip you cause I still got

so much more flow

Didn't get no scholarship

Never hit that college lit

We bustin them hollow tips

Rollin with me street knowledge click

We chop a brick

Leavin jackers in dirty 3 skin

We are lagit

With birds that lay about 36 eggs

Clip on my hip

Slip slid in my ride

Glid like plied

Except when me brain is fryed

Pops never lied when he was tellin the laws of the

world

Stay strapped

Never turn your back

Infact that jack was planned by your girl

Alot of my homies have passed behind that ass workin

out there setter

Somebody gonna get wetter

Five there floatin on my letter

Cause I slang caine here mary jane bring there

Here I hang there I bang

Every day the same thang

We the hillwood hustlers

Servin up loyal custumers

Don't trust them bust em

Cause if that don't work then nothing does

Better be a whize one

Then maybe u won't gotta die son

We bringin them dude as soon as a dude with a black

moves rizon

We the tough red rough necks

So which one of u little punks next

Me picture went out of the room every time that I

confess

Them say that I'm loveless

But they givin a lovely wat

Take a bubble bath

Smokin my indo with my scrubby dub

It's kinda funny but ya better be bringing a killer

clan

If your plan be to stand

Then jack with h-town trigga man

Never ran

Never will

Still build caps in the south side

Deep in them hellified hills

But them still gotta hear me out cry