[C-Murder: talking]
Yeah ^!$$% C-Murder in this mutha$#&@a aka Bossalinie
Representin' wit my mutha$#&@in' ^!$$%s Prime Suspects

Glock, Uzi, New-9, huh, tellin' this mutha$#&@as about tha game
How a ^!$$% chose !@%!e, got locked up, went to tha mutha$#&@in' pen
Got out & balled ^!$$%, straight mutha$#&@in' ball til we fall

Ya heard me, ^!$$% peep game ya heard me, representin'

[Chorus: New-9 & C-Murder]

Outta all tha hustles in tha world, I chose !@%!e
Caught a joce, locked up an I'm missin' my folks
free a soldier, Lord knows my pain burns deep

I'mma ball if I can touch them streets
[Repeat]


[C-Murder]
When I touch tha streets ^!$$%, I'mma act a fool
I'm known for totin' semi automatic tools

I smoke joes on tha porch wit them O-G's
They taught me how to turn !@%!e to mo' cheese
An when a ^!$$% locked up, he keep his mouth shut

Cause a snitch get his mutha$#&@in' box cut
An that's tha code of tha street life
I tell a wanna be ^!$$%s get they mutha$#&@in' mind right

Cause all tha ballers & shot callers is targets
they runnin' from jackers, & crooked cops, & other drug lords
An I ain't dyin' on tha street like a dog

I get 'em fo' he get me, I ain't runnin', I'm killin' all of yall
Cause TRU mutha$#&@in' G's gonna rise
I label him a (*##$ ^!$$%, by tha fake look in his eyes

How many thugs wanna ride wit me
Cause I'mma ball til' I mutha$#&@in' fall when I touch tha street


[Chorus: x2]

[New-9]

$#&@ed up, caught a case gotta learn about life
Cause tha judge heart hurtin', daughter smokin' tha pipe
Life in human hands, prosecutor paintin' an ugly picture

Off tha top Prime Suspects guilty til proven innocent

State appointed lawyer in my ear talkin' ten

Take it now or your headed for plenty time my friend
15 to 30 if ya take it to trail
An tha D-A ain't lost in that section in a while

A rock in a hard place, smack dead in my face
On tha other side of tha game, were them people ain't playin'
It's rough $#&@in' round wit these man made laws

But tha junkie boys had me makin' plenty paper
Now I'm sick wit a jones for that rotten $$# world
Touch down today or tommorrow, find me slangin' that girl

But I'm sick like a vick chasin' after that high
See the red in my eyes, I'm feelin' like I'mma die


[Chorus: x2]

[Uzi]

Of all tha hustles in tha world I chose tha !@%!e game
Packin' gats & sellin' crack was an everday thang
2 & a quarter they turn to 4 & half an now I sang slabs

Perhaps I can grab what I can grab & never dibble & dab
Half steppin' wit some fake ^!$$%s that just wasn't in me
Weed, !@%!e, dope, & money, %#@! I gotta have plenty

Forgive me for my sins Lord, even though I know it's a shame
But I'm caught up in these worly thangs
An if you don't, then ya considered lame

So I'm splittin' brains & caine, play it like nothin' I had to prove
I choose to do it for profit, cause if I don't, then I lose
Uzi & Glock livin' witness to tha %#@! that Milli than did

$#&@ a job so I rob & if it come I caught a bid
To many broad, H-O-D, hand on smoke, missin' my folks
But I ain't trippin', back at home was a house full of !@%!e

Soon as my feet touch down I gotta get me some heat
%#@!, Lord knows this time I'mma ball when I hit tha streets


[Chorus: x3]