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Hey doom niggaz

Come get drunk wit me

Is it alright?



[Verse 1]

See what you don`t know is

I`m a 5150 a schizo in the mist

I keep my pistol in my grips

You disappear like extra clips

If you fuck wit me

Good luck wit me

I`m buck 50

Don`t worry about trouble cuz

I brought the truck wit me

And I got the cowl 50

That`s the only thing I trust lately

That and my babies

Cuz they aint old enough to turn on me

After it`s ??

Like these paperplate ass niggaz

And these lyin ass bitches

All I need is me

The rest of you all can die in these ditches

I be a broke motherfucka

Trenchcoat motherfucka

Cut throat plus I`m motherless

Your stomach can`t stomach this

My stomach is rumblin

Cuz I`m hungry

Confused and half dead and ???

Them dark broom niggaz

Spark the room niggaz

Start to finish niggaz

Then my heart diminish niggaz

So let`s start it then finish it then back to the start

I used to sing to myself in the dark

Cry in the dark kill in the dark it`s all the same



[Chorus]:

Sometimes I get so high

That`s how I cope with life

When things aint goin right I`m frustrated

Fuck you for judging me

Mind yours and let me be

Why can`t you niggaz see I`m frustrated



[Verse 2]

My attitude is shitty

When I aint got no motherfuckin money

When I`m hungry

And can`t put a damn thang in my stomach

What`s frustrating

I`m havin problems with my old lady

And lately she been against me and hatin

Sayin fuck it

I got to keep it ruggish and thuggish

Mean muggin kissin and huggin

I aint got time for that fuckin dumb shit

It`s time to kick it and get it twisted

With my homies and some bitches

That`s the deall

Everybody straight fuckin

It`s fucked up when a big mouth slut

Fucks it up for the rest of us

She`s a cousin to us

Nobody wants to fuck with her

She`s the ugly one

I hate pussy and bitches

And I believe that pussy belong to dick

And you already know I hate the fuck out of faggots

Powderpuff, twinkletoes, catch blows to the nose

I don`t think God meant for niggaz

to bump big heads and take it up the asshole

Got to keep it real

No longer debatin

This is how I feel

I`m upset and frustrated



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

I`m fixin to knock shit out the box

And be a rabid dog

Bounce bitches off walls

Kill `em all

Cuz I been strugglin like a tug of war

Since I was born in this wicked ass world

Now it`s time to let loose and get the juice

Showin the steel toed boots

And flip the loops

Avoiding all obsticles

Well face `em head up

Nigga man up

What the fuck

You scared or what

I hit the bottom when my pops died

What fucked me up most is when moms cried

Had to keep my composure (hold it in)

Don`t let her be holder (emotionless)

Be a soldier

Now I been tryin to do this music thang

For years and big money aint came

But I`m tryin to be patient

I`m still waiting

Bout to break up and shake up shit

Cuz it`s frustratin



[Playboy 7 Talking]

Shit man I`m tired of bein so motherfuckin broke

If I wasn`t so broke

I could take care of my mama and my kinfolk

But I`m just stuck out here

By my damn self

Thought I had family out here

But they done fucked me

Didn`t even use no vasoline, none

Ass still hurtin

Trust in motherfuckers

Rollin around with homies

You know what I`m sayin

Thinkin they hard thinkin they down

Flake out like some corn flakes

Kelloggs ass niggaz

Man a nigga like me just can`t work at no motherfuckin 9-5 job

Got the motherfuckin boss fuckin off

And I`m doin most of the work gettin paid bullshit

I come in there on time and do my shit and I still get paid shit

Don`t even have enough money to pay my motherfuckin rent

I gotta do a little hustle

Shit man, there`s a black and a white side

Is there a gray area?

I`m lookin for it

Everytime it seems like I`m gonna come up

Somethin always slaps me in the face

Wether it be a Po-Po or a fuckin ho

Ho ass niggaz not thesehoes

I trust no bitch

Done learned that a long time ago

Wish I had my motherfuckin pappy with me next time

And give a nigga some knowledge

Teach a nigga somethin

That nigga flaked off when I was 13

Ho ass motherfucka

And if I find you I`m a whup yo ass too nigga

Tired of bein broke

Worried about my momma and thangs

Thinkin about homies that`s dead and gone up in the pen

Motherfuckers that`s fixin to go to the pen I just see it

Feels like I`m just wastin my breath for some of the homies though

I just don`t even know what to do no more man

Man fuck this shit

Fuck it, I`m through
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