Beautiful Noise

My homey Cash, well he gone for five

Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine

Shit, we live life to the fullest

Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet

Shit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some change

And it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain

All on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiers

The nights could get chilly, but the morning's much colder

I've seen summers get cold

And niggaz do it up until the point they done and the fold

They can't succumb to the cold

Those of frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some fucking lost kittens

They get locked up for carrying boy

Doing time underground up in Marion, boy

Shit, I respect you

You do your time like Gotti, and come home like that Marion boy

You got weed? Smoke it, You got dice? Roll it

You got guns? Shoot it, You got a ho? Stroke it

You got money? Spend it, You got cars? Whip 'em

You caught a bid? Do it, You got kids? Love 'em, hug 'em

I gotta keep striving, I gotta keep moving, I gotta keep grinding

If this was the road, and I was a trucker, then shit man, I gotta keep driving

Through the lies and deception, had to ride through neglection

I'm an insomniac, up all night, pops and moms was an addict, shit

My puffing scums is a habit

I need me a contingency plan, my pops with the syringe in his hand

He was leaning and nodding

Uncle Ricky your mission is like Afeni was Robin

Shit, you should've seen the apartment

All I ever wanted was franks and beans I was starving

Crack fiends on the carpet, shit

But if it wasn't for grandma

I swear I'm in love with my grandma

That's why I only does it for grandma

That's when I roll in the street

I pray she covers me from the crown of my head, to the sole of my feet

I figured its means as a minor, huh

Look at the foods ad fibers

The dude with the cubes will snipe ya

More tools then snider

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The jewels are fire

I learned don't fool with rider from pop

I don't need a gun, just a screwdriver

Two tires, two pliers, a wrench and a few wires, shit

I take it all from the buyers

Bonfire, all from a lighter, call me "Macgyver"

Need a rehab I'll call up Shania

Bitch hungry, good, we gonna stall in papaya

Take your recession special, yeah you less then special

Me and Jim Jones, extra special

Check it, Dre to Snoop, Gotti to Ja

Dame to Jigga, Puff to Big, D n' Y

Doggy you next up, get your respect up

Or a vest can't protect you when I hit you in your chest, duck

The big heads done pushed me

You gotta be sex: dickheads is pussy, killa

I bring the hammers to the gunfight

One night stand, only standing for one night

Doggy, cause when it come to that cash

No homo, I will jump in that ass, jump and I flash

Then jump in that jag, jumpsuit

Jump back from the coroner, I have you jump in that bag

Come with that cash