Oh yeah   this dope shit done got a lot of my niggas   taken out the game   And to my brother Kevin Miller rest in peace fool      Verse 1      Growing up in the Calliope New Orleans to be exact g   I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me   I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my sleep g   My best friend done turned into my motherfucking enemy   19 years old gold fronts and a mean mug   I hooked up with my little cousin Jimmy   learned to slang drugs   A lot of shit done changed in my fucking neighborhood   This fast cash got the P living no good   I'm deep up in this shit and ain't no turning back   Me and my cousin ?? say I got him for a fucking sack   I told him check his bitch, but he didn't here me though   He didn't believe that his bitch was out smoking dope   Now I gotta stand on my own 2   I came in this world by myself   that's the way I'm gone die fool   One year later and my cousin doing life on a case   I moved to Richmond California just to fucking get away   Bumped into my partner King from New Orleans   He couldn't find a job and I'm back to slanging amphetamines   And everything was cool for a fucking while g   Til I went to this club and this fool tried me   We in the back with some bitches counting hundreds   Til these suckers walked up and said jack   these niggas from the country   We didn't have no gats, I had to make a g move   Connects and head butting, that's how I did this fool   King G hit this boy with a upper cut   30 days in the county, but we didn't give a fuck      (Chorus)      Anything goes   Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes      Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked   Ready to put some fools on they back      1, 2, 3 a nigga slanging keys   but why you have to mess with P      Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked   Ready to put some fools on they biggety back      Verse 2      Released from the county on a PO   The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety dope   Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac   Two days later I'm back rolling motherfucking black   Lexus coup with a droptop Benz   And in the glove compartment you'll find about 33,000 ends   I ain't tripping cause the game get deep though   Got a phone call, couldn't sleep bro   They say my little brother died back in New Orleans   Pop pop boom and it killed him, here him scream   But I ain't tripping cause mama still here a cry   In Richmond one day the P is gonna die   And if I do I guess I'm going out like a g though   Like the movie on the motherfucking Untouchables   So when I go out, I know I'm fucking living wrong   They betta take me out like fucking Al Capone