Silhouettes

Yo, Blowin on a sack of flight, building up my appetite

See my homies eatin and I be like "Can I have a bite?"

Last night I had a fight, after that I grabbed the mic

When the club closed I went home on my granny's bike

People was laughin like "look he just ran the light"

I just kept pedalin, I didn't get mad or gipe

Sell that rock and the pipe, G 'til my afterlife

Let me get on stage, bet I say the things thatcha like

Higher than a dragonfly, I'ma make math or die

Been a pimp since that group that I was in with Gladys Knight

Mostly I be packin nines, have you pushin dandelions

Come short with my cash you be dancin like is Hammer Time

Yeah I'm lost and I'm blind, still I'm gon' handle mine

Have ya homie leakin cuz he bumpin mo' than camel spines

In the hood I vandalize, land of fiends and baggy eyes

Where you can make a killin and don't even have to advertise

Silhouettes, crack pipes at night, then ya see the jumbo lighter strike

Thug stories of a violent life, smoke once and you will try it twice

What the fuck else am I to do? I wanna be rich and buy a zoo

Maybe just a candy five or two, and tell my daughter I would die for you

(2x)

Can't switch neva change nothin for the radio

You don't have to play me hoe, I'ma still make my dough

I been sellin albums since '92 and '93

They would either call me for a tape or a quota key

For the dream, for the team, can't nobody hang with Los

Battle me, I'm like "Man at least tryta make it close"

M.C. Tortura-rap game Sorcera

Ya'll rememba when I did it on that song "Warriors"

That was maybe '95 with the Most Hated group

All my enemies heard my voice and it made'em puke

Ever since I hit the street, I been on a hittin streak

Straigt from the gutta, would you like to take a little peek?

Simple T and Dickie shorts, on da cut wit cold quarts

No time to go home, cook it with a blow torch

Old men on da porch watchin boyz come'n go

Life is a prison risk in the midst of runnin slow

Silhouettes, crack pipes at night, then ya see the jumbo lighter strike

Thug stories of a violent life, smoke once and you will try it twice

What the fuck else am I to do? I wanna be rich and buy a zoo

Maybe just a candy five or two, and tell my daughter I would die for you

(2x)

Hustle slow or hustle fast, cages for who love the cash

Others in a burried hole, no one really understands

Trouble lands where it may, death is neva choosy

If I try to ask 'why' the shit'll just confuse me

don't lose me, just hold tight, I know is gettin deep again

Call me when you need Dope nigga I don't need a friend

I been on a hustle since I started cutting people yards

Then I started noticing the rims on these people cars

Hope that they sleepin hard when I come back tonight

Next thang ya know I'm stopping hard at a traffic light

Jamming Ike, radio was programmed to oldies

Waitin on the green light so that i can go please

A/C with cold breeze, blowin on a Optimo

I could reach the pedal betta if I had a longa toe

Stop at the Stop'N'Go, I ain't got no gas money

So I pump the gas first and holla, "Pay ya back buddy!"

Silhouettes, crack pipes at night, then ya see the jumbo lighter strike

Thug stories of a violent life, smoke once and you will try it twice

What the fuck else am I to do? I wanna be rich and buy a zoo

Maybe just a candy five or two, and tell my daughter I would die for you

(2x)