I been shot too many times ta count dogg//
Yo, I been in and out of homes too many times to follow the law//
I've been shitted on, spit on, beat on, and cheated on//
I lived on the streets, cold meats, rusty heat kept me warm//
Grew up broke, the only boy, my sister was mentally slow//
Fought every nigga that laughed at her, my life is somethin' you don't know//
Well here's an introduction, explain my pain and why i'm gun clutchin'//
Why I don't got emotions, if you seen what i've seen, you would cry oceans//
It started back when I was livin' in another place, peep what happened//
Some sick nigga felt my sis up, an hour sooner, I would've smashed him//
Sis told moms, and moms told the P.D.//
3 hours later, H.R.S. came to get sister and me//
Put us in a foster home, snatched us cryin' from mom's arms//
Mom looked like she wanted to die, both of her babies were gone//
It was some pig sty in there, learned how to box from that//
Foster boy took no crap, first day I gave a nigga a head wrap//
Kicked him down the stairs, agency said I needed more guidance//
Put me in a home, no windows, no visitation, only violence//
Eventually we both came home, but home was different//
Moms said fuck this shit, and we moved where we paid rent//
Different block, same shit, met my cousin I didn't know until then//
Me and him, lil' bum niggas, destined for the pen//
Got into everything, from stealin' nutraments to robbing grayshell//
Everything wrong, we did it well, D.C., our home, Earth's hell//
In school we held our own, didn't need a crew of niggas//
We had eachothers back, like parenthesis and garbage pail stickers//
Jason and Scott had guns at 13, lil' pre-teens//
With grown schemes, yeah we made a sick ass team//
We got into normal shit, bullyin' niggas and gettin' bullied//
Any nigga we couldn't beat, we kept the improvised weaponry//
But as the 80's turned to the 90's, shit got different//
Chris died, I went ballistic, right after all mom's money was spent//
Fams couldn't take it, flipped it, we're going south//
Didn't change shit, gettin' suspended for havin' a city mouth//
Still broke, I did what any real nigga would do//
Found out who was who, who did what, and pushed my way through//
Three years in the counrty, I had niggas callin' me bigger//
Sold it all, fuck the bullshit, why you think they called me bigger?//
I had the Bronco by 16, niggas wasn't seein' this cream//
'Til some older cats tried to rob the kid, I woke from that dream//
What'd I do? I sold my shine's for my first carbine//
Around the world is grime, nigga, I had to protect mines//
Kept servin', moved up from steamed ounces to compressed pounds//
From mini missles, to handheld pistols with blunt rounds//
Soon I had more armor than money, called my dunny, unioned the money//
Took that trip, equipped with black steel, that shit wasn't funny//
Came back, flipped what I had, kept it movin', I must've been snoozin'//
'Cuz when ya team's losin', then somebody is bound to start shootin'//
Got robbed by my own CO-D, The nigga popped 3 off in me//
Tossed me out of his whip, like some bullshit Hollywood movie//
I'm in surgery, fightin' for recovery, mom and sis huggin' me//
Made me promise to give my life to God, but Satan was holdin' me//
I needed payback, simple as that//
Come on, that was my man's, the same kid form the story track//
You heard that?//
I let him breath for a while, had our lil' don't aim shoot-outs//
I guess another nigga he crossed wasn't playin', and took his ass out//
So life went on, more drama, more money, more murders//
I laugh 'cuz Heaven is a place most ain't even heard of//
Gave shots, took shots, fuck all the talkin'//
Niggas play dead for life, all from sqwakin'//
I seen niggas get murdered, not takin' the threats serious//
What is you delerious? I take this to the heart//
Keep playin', i'm gonna put ya heart on ya Clark's//
I done left niggas stinkin', what the fuck is y'all thinkin'?//
IF I die, i'm going to hell, with a smirk, and winkin'//
Done bad, at times I even fuckin' done good//
But the good shit don't mean shit in any given hood//
Did what I had to do, I chose death over another cell//
That sums it up, my life... in a brass shell//