Yo what's up man?   Yeah, I gotta trunk fulla this shit   Word, broads still with me man, comin' over to grapevine right now   Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone      Damn, how'd I get into this scam   Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand   I came up from the curb, word   First thing it rocks, now my ride's packing crazy birds      I gotta freak in the front seat   She got crazy game, might even have more than me   And thats why I don't trust, I ain't no busta   One wrong move and I'll dust her      But she knows that, keeps a gat   Works much plastic, always stays on phat   She said she loves me   Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies      She only loves my cash flow, long dough   The false love of a pimp and a hoe   But me and her gotta job to do   Get this luggage back to the crew      She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk   And if they speakin about us then its jumping off   But I ain't sweatin' them at all   2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall      The lines on the highway, I'm makin' my mind drift away   To my last jail stay   5 years for a 459   I'm never going back, no matter what the crime      Surrendering ain't me   Fuck that, I'm holding court in the street G   For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce   My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs      Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger   Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger   Some nights I crash clubs   Rollin' with the posse made of well known thugs      Cool out with the freaks   Trucking much jewels, begging for beef   Thens some niggaz roll up   Lookin' for a way to pump the reps up      But I ain't the one   I'm handin' out beat downs, no need for guns   Sometimes I gotta ask myself   Is all this buck whylin' good for a niggaz health?      I don't know why   Am I suicidal, do I wanna die?   The answerin', simple   A headache throbs in my temple      It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right   It says it's going down tonight   We finally made it to the drop spot   King and Weston Ave, Snoody Fox      The posse was there, but it ain't right   Fuckin' police lights   Its all going down that road blocks   I never seen that many cops      It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin' wet up   Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime   But even in the flurry of gun shots   My adrenaline was boilin' hot      I crash down on the floor of the ride   Punch the gas, drove that Benz through they punk ass   Hit Vernor doin' 90   Looked in the rear view, no one behind me      I got on the phone   Called up the homies to see what went wrong   But no time to sweat that   I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat      I just need a cool place to hide   Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride   Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot   The streets was hot      Rubbed me down, said she adored me   Said the gunfire made her horny   The she pushed me back on the bed   Licked me head to toe, toe to head      Then I closed my eyes real slowly is this love?   No not me, then I felt a pain in my chest   The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh   I looked in her face, opened my mouth   And then her badge came out