You can look me in my eyes, see I'm ready for whatever.
Nothing can kill me, hate in my fate, just makes me better.
Smell weed on me fine, but I didn't steal the cheddar.
Take my freedom for this moment but it isn't forever.
Questioning me, a Westside rapper but I'm not the killer.
You didn't hear it from me, but raid that Jersey dealer.
What!, you calling me a sell out?
I've never backed down and never ran from no nigger.
Only thing between me an you is that cops trigger.
You treat me as a criminal, fine.
Just know, that on the streets I mean as a gorilla.
Sell more eyes, than the pop kings thriller.

Comments
C_A_JONEStechno | October 21, 2009 - 18:36
C A Jones
You knows it!