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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Don't shoot the messenger, just go along and hate the martyr,

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

That she really only loved talking about all the men she used to bone

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

Holding back the anger i wanna shoot out

I try to be the guy, you think about