You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree
Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range.
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,
My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row
Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status
We walk into the room from a million different places
A break from what you hearing
I believed in a higher being.
Fork in the road go a different route
Bb king or the neighbors of snoop
Enforce, i'm elegant and
The way you move is different
See i'm different from all the others man
You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang
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