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[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm tryin to keep my aces and my deuces all together
I'm thinkin of self-murder I know I won't live forever
This chronic got me noid I need to get a job
but instead I wanna sell dope hang on a rope and steady mobb
I'm wakin up in the morning thinkin of death as I break out in a cold sweat
I'm havin dreams of a whole family put to rest
Visions of a dead man body bags

Come on all you pretty women
With your hair a hanging down
Open up your windows
Cause the Candy man's in town

Come on boys and gamble
Roll those laughing bones
Seven come eleven

Coppers gave me hell in a cell
But now its Mo' Murder to make mail
They thought my heart was playin life at a different pitch
But I stick to the scrip
Dump a snitch in a ditch
Its 94 I came to be fuckin around
Paranoia of a jack so I'm quick to draw down
The only way I gets my mail is to be off in your ass

FUCK THESE SNITCHES!
[Spoken:]
"Yeah, you know. Cause all I'm here to do is watch my ass. Know what
I'm sayin'? That ain't my dope, that's Chico's dope.
You know what I'm sayin'?
So what type of witness protection program you got for me?"
[Chorus:]
You keep tellin' all these coppers

Verse 1
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no secondary shorts &
slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like Jordan
Menace II Society mad man killer
just call me the East Bay Gangsta
neighborhood drug dealer
Quick to make decisions & I'm