On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,
Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules
And prostitutes, and brutes controllin' blocks in groups,
For every black thought, i thought i caught roots
My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!
Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,
Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools
What if y'all grew up watchin' the pimps, thieves, prostitutes,
Walk into my room thinking how to make moves
Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,
So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots
A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot
These prostitutes i'm lurin' to my chambers, they're a handy lot,
He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,
And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels
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