Chilldrin of Da Ghetto

[CHORUS]<br>As a shorty I always wanted to be a drug lord<br>When I`m naughty I always claimed to be a drug lord<br><br>[1st Verse]<br>Back up in junior high<br>sipping on some gin with my so-called friends<br>in the cut just gettin high<br>I wanted to liss so I passed my dip cause a nigga wanna drive by<br>B.B.S.S niggas too quick to pull the triggers an never know who to trust<br>So I gotta put my things and you try to get some wrack<br>and be a drug lord<br>Now stackin on my ends<br>makin little dividends thinkin can I get away<br>Lookin up to the gang bangers and they can`t slang us<br>but the fella may<br>Cause I rest in peace cause it not deceased<br>all over this bullshit<br>I having evil visions killing each nigga with this wheelie<br>I gotta leave it alone if I wanna get grow<br>but with lynches on my mind<br>Invading my privacy<br>its just a wheeze an you push me to use my nine<br>Now he`s gone an dead an I got the feds to the rolling know my back<br>Nowhere to run<br>revenge is a bitch cause these hoes wanna get me<br><br>CHORUS<br><br>[2nd Verse]<br>I smoke up a blunt to let my motherfucking day just ease by<br>I gotta go to the crib an explain to my mother why I`m gettin high<br>Its self-explanatory I`m black an I`m under pressure<br>So come on my nine to feel what the motherfucking test ya<br>But it ain`t no bitch when its getting angry cause its letting loose<br>Motherfuckers better run an hide before they die<br>cause I might be buckin that shoot<br>The only way you can make it you come an you take it<br>an ask for real niggas<br>Like me smokin on the sack of weed<br>with my hand on the fuckin trigger<br>Cause fullin our trigger on the bronk arse<br>nigga just ain`t no damn thing<br>I shooting again to brain<br>when I what and hang living life in the fast lane<br>It`s hard as hell when you tryin to make you got this jealous arse bitch<br>Better watch your back<br>fo they up their gat<br>and it leave your shit split<br><br>CHORUS<br><br>[3rd Verse]<br>Hallucinating homicides<br>now its time to ride my nigga that just not die<br>And I`m tryin to understand why the fuck did you let that bullet fire<br>Nigga left so spank me<br>in the cut can`t even give em no money<br>Gotta get made comin on up<br>an now touch stone bone straight stop<br>Cause a mob didn`t wanna pick me up now why gotta go and stick up<br>Pick up for a lickin hit up fuck dawn when I let my itchy ball<br>I`m dressed up<br>now the young roll tall motherfucker comin up in nine five<br>An the germs gettin rich<br>I`m all where to hit turning off game out to survive<br>Everybody gotta go<br>took a walk through the do<br>an` it`s just fact that I know<br>When it should`ve been me runnin the Chevvy<br>just tellin em dick sell out choke<br>Now you know these niggas tryin to get so god damn hard in this game<br>Where world the game where my nigga name main<br>I roll put a choke to the brain<br><br>CHORUS