wit 24 ta live my life at an end all i have ta give
is my car my crib an the ends i done spent//
no time fo pentence ive served my bad deeds in a terrible sentence
i cant repent all my life ive spent dollars popped collas an freaky lil
cowards soft like wet flour who cower under the power of this iced out tower//
as the ryhmes sours i feel empowered to speak ta my peeps
who be runnin these streets i know this life is kinda meek//
but its the truth we seek like a porta-potty it stink an reaks of stench from this foul mouthed lil bastard//
i cause a disaster n remaster like pac hope my words be remembered//