All around theres death,drugs, and rape
All dem niggas gonna hate
But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.
In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux
Good kids make bad grown ups
And get me some more drugs
I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy
They giving pounds and that before get the money
Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
Always knew where the pot was
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