Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy.
While I'm dreaming, Wake up screaming, Cuz I can hear them suckas scheming.
I just spent 11 and a half months in a maximum-security jail, got shot five times, and was wrongly convicted of a crime I didn't commit.
Cry later, but for now, let's enjoy the laughter.
I want there to be a life for the street element. Instead of we always getting shut out. Instead of defenseless, having power.
Papa wasn't man enough, couldn't stand up to his responsibilities. Instead of taking care of me, he'd rather live lavishly.