This is a song about "Krayzie bone shoot the clu"

And one bitch who bad to the bone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Imagine a loose cannon, lacking the balls to shoot

Shoot a cop in the head and get 15 high fives

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

And leave the court, shoot the judge, head for east detroit,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Aiming for the top so here i aim and shoot