Other cops looking' at me like a dark horse
So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours
If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see
Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,
This the district where politicians is fucking goons
On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,
Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine
Dead. driver of the car never slows down or looks back to see. take a look back yellow crime
Your heart was false just like the words you said
These cops trippin' now they want me dead
This flows dead should of had a spade to dig the diamond,
Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust
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