Versuri 02. Open Fire

Alright now, here we go 
 
Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? 
I smoke a blunt and freak the funk 
Until these jealous motherfuckers kill me 
 
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero 
I'm 165 and staying high till I die 
My competion's zero 
'Cause I could give a fuck about you 
 
Better duck or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up 
I give a fuck, I'm sick inside my mind 
Why you sweatin' me? It's gonna take an army full of 
Crooked ass cops to come and get me 
 
Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure 
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser 
Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born 
I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on 
 
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry 
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried 
It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray 
Hope I live to see another day 
 
Hey, I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust? 
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' it's a drug bust 
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached 
We living a drug life, thug life, each day could be my last 
 
Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask 
That's the consequences when ya livin', fast 
Six bricks of tricks for my niggaz, I gotta come up and recoup 
You keep the dope just bring me six figures is it a bust? 
I hear the sirens, run for cover over the fence and open fire 
 
Alright now, here we go 
 
These motherfuckers on my ass, I'm in traffic, will it be tragic? 
I'm comin' 'round the corner like I'm magic 
Doin' ninety on the freeway and hittin' switches 
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches 
 
Don't turn around I ain't givin' up 'cause they don't worry me 
Pussy ass bitches better bury me 
Runnin' outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot, we in the hood 
How the fuck they gon' catch a crook? 
 
I got away, 'cause I'm clever 
Went to my neighbors for a favor 
Now you know players stick together 
I watch the scene from the rooftop 
 
Spittin' loogies at the coppers 
That pursue me, beotch 
I be a hustler till it's over, motherfucker 
Open fire on you bustas 
 
Alright now, here we go 
 
Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state 
I gotta pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm transportin' weight 
Change my plates, pick up my nigga and now we rollin' 
Droppin' keys like they stolen 
 
Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town 
Till the coast is clear, enough dope to last a year 
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go 
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road 
 
But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict 
I'd rather fire on my target 
I hit the corner doin' ninety, oh, shit 
Them bitches right behind me 
 
They take a shot and hit my fuckin' tires 
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka 
 
Thug Life