Yeah, this for my brother, tony tight, dead prez, fuck the police.

You couldn't ever understand how my mind ticks.
I'm on some old school crime shit
where niggas hold hold tools and keep the dimes lit.
ain't no rules when these iron shots is thrown.
The guns heat burns through your flesh,
straight to the bone.
I reach for the budda sess and zone.
I'll prolly have a future of stress,
stay depressed, and be alone.
But, as far as the present time it's on.
I represent mine til i return to the essence
and I'm dead and gone.
Nobody wanna be broke
and you neither.
Put me on the corner
watch me catch a quick case of c.r.e.a.m. Fever.
If you be poppin' shit
my niggas wont believe ya.
Prolly punch you in the face
and take your wallet when we see ya.
But, son it gets deeper.
I'm runnin' wit a clique thats 'bout a hundred by the grim reaper.
To all my niggas in the man keeper:
let your situation be a teacher.
Ain't nothin' like an education.
When I was locked down i learned about patience and dedication
and not say shit
unless you need a motherfuckin' face lift.
And as a youth i was an outcast.
Runnin' round with pellet guns playin' war.
But, now it's all about cash.
Say no more.
I keep it raw, keep a gun.
I'll go to hell with a slug in my jaw
before i obey they law.
And, love it ain't no secret,
my previous lifestyle: juvenile delinquent.
Devious night prowl was frequent, creepin'.
Reach for your shit? Don't even think it.
Nigga get slick and try to cock it.
Unless you want your face shot drop it.
Crime rule the world
and ain't a Jake that can stop it.

I'm caught up,
caught up in the mix and shit,
and I ain't tryin' to hear shit.
My crew got cats to get.
Blast you wit
the pistol, if I have to.
In my mind its all about cash in the fistfuls
.
I'm caught up in the mix and shit,
and I ain't tryin' to hear shit.
My crew got cats to get.
Blast you wit
the pistol, if I have to.
In my mind its all about cash in the fistfuls.

Fuck the police(fuck the police),
yeah fuck the police(fuck the police),
uh fuck the police(fuck the police)

I'm a no-meat-eatin', vegetarian, revolutionary people army...yeah, yeah

I hold the weed to long when I be thinkin' bout my mom,
and all this things gone wrong in the past,
and what we do for this cold hard cash.
Nowadays it seems like we age fast in dog years,
like 7 to 1.
Though i was born back in 72 I'm still young.
When i speak dun i speak it for millions of children,
and tax payin' black kids who never say they prayers.
Blame it on the governments and mayors,
'cause the pimps and players.
With the tracks on they arms as old as I am.
Watch what you be doin' 'cause they see you through the skycam.
Power means the man who controls the land.
He hold the key to selling drug paraphernalia and contraband.
Its something like pushin' narcotics.
Cigarettes and tar products.
Some people say you cant trust an addict,
but I believe that life is a habit,
and thats why we teachin' our seeds how to load an automatic.

I walk with my gun;I love it like my first son.
It protects me and makes sure the Jakes respect me.

I walk with my gun;I love it like my first son.
It protects me and makes sure the Jakes respect me.

Put the whole bag in the dutch, its never too much.

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