Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and still not get enough of spending
And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm [bad word] bound
Rather be buried than be worried, livin' held down
My game plan to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin' in the cemetery
Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus
Ballin' as a youngster, wonderin' if he sees us
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
Livin' in jail, this is [bad word]  enemies die
Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's [bad word] #39;
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin' warlike
Drop some [bad word]  to any stupid [bad word] don't fight