They tell me put the dope down, and it won't hurt no more   But the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo'   They tell me keep my trigger finger easy, I'll open up your body   Too many casualties around here, dead bodies around here   And I can't get caught up, preacher can you save me, save me      They said it was gonna get greater   Later / but now I can't help / but to think / that it ain't   But a nigga was fed up with this life   Thinking about / running over a / razor blade   Cross my wrist / every last drop till I faint   Taken out their / punishment / for the thangs that I never did   Coming up as a young kid   Tryna get rid of all the animosity   Towards me / that was shown by the other kids   What did I do wrong / why do everybody wanna   See a nigga fall / mama dead and   Daddy can't be found, so when I'm stressed out   Who the fuck can I call? All alone in my   Own zone / with no friends / so I chose   To make friends with drugs / cuz   Everyday, everybody around me   Trying to clown me, so I got afraid and I got buzzed   Out of frustration came aggravation   Depression coming down in my mind   Kept a nigga confused and straight crying   Dying, from sweet sticks in line   Throwed off in my my mind / tryna wonder   Why do Jesus let this keep happ'nin   To a nigga that's steady being   On his knees / and I'm begging you please      Have mercy on me   Find a nigga a better way   Right about now I'm to the point   Somebody better take this infrared away   Cause if it go too long, and I got a piece of   Chrome / and I want you to come and look and   See the monster that you've created   Look at what you did to me      [Z-Ro]   They tell me how the liquor ain't good for me   But it drowns out the vision of my casket   It's either my life or your life, that's right   I'm gon let you haaave it   Everyday haters, can't understand   The way I move my hands in ways, not known to man   Cause I can't get caught up   Preacher can you save me, save me      Could it be the invisible, individual nigga   That got to get more bigger   But big got a hand on one hitter, quarter I got bigger   Motherfucking bombs mo' skits with a trigga   Shoots gun missiles, dropping a bomb   Chucking hand grenades, C4's explode   When I be sleeping on the same bench, for nine days   Living off of hot water and cheerios   Here it goes, my click back gotta roll   Nigga mom was thinking throwed      A 24 fists apposed to those   They acting like nothing but bitches and hoes   Suppose, all a nigga wanted was the good life   Live in upper class, laying back on my ass   With a maid and a butler   Sipping on a ice cold glass   God damn it, I'ma do it but I had to start in the deuce   To em, nine plus one that's ten   Better think, many murders would of been avoided   I just wanted a friend, feel me   But they can't kill me, cause I don't give a fuck   If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo'   You ain't dealing with the same motherfucker from three years ago   When a nigga fight fair, knocking a patch out your hair   But it quickly, from a damn breaking, a nigga going crazy   Look at what civilization done made me   This is my era of terror, I am the man with the gun   That admitted never to miss, would of ever miss   When it be busting, a lot of you gonna be rushing   Cause a nigga war like this   Innocent child with a smile with a dream of advanced   To the top, but I got a gun in your mouth   You want to respect me now, should of   Respected a nigga when you had a chance   Haters, been making me into a punk trying to figure me weak   Better get ready, fore' them put zip-locs   And a whole of cops, and a whole lot of blood stained   Sheets, drunk a lot of beers, shed a bunch of tears   When I reminisce on them years, when I see little boys and girls   Living the life that I wanted to live   Since I really couldn't live with it   It's gonna be hard for the other motherfuckers to try   Cause they dying, hey mama   I want my Tunker toys right now   Don't make me cry, I don't wanna have to kill again   I kill em out, till the world is empty   Look at the the album cover   That's what you did to me      (*talking*)   If I done told you once   I done told you a thousand times   It's plain to see that you can't change me   Nigga cause I'ma forever be a nigga for life   A thug nigga, a Guerilla Maab nigga   A Killa Klan nigga, a Mo City nigga   Mo City mean mo killers, mo blood spillers   Mo burglars, mo murderers   Mo kick door burglars, mo niggas   That'll slap a patch out your motherfucking ass   For real, count on it, respect it   Trust it and believe it, we ain't no   Fake ass niggas we real, packing loaded steel   Ready to bust at will, we don't love you   Look at what you did to me