Imagine

Imagine making it big in this rap game And you think it's all good I'm here to tell you it ain't baby You got every eye in the world on you You gotta understand these people fear what they don't know [Chorus 2x: C-Murder] Imagine life with no jails or no laws And no harassment on brothers in fancy cars Now why they wanna trap me, make me a slave They just mad cause a ghetto nigga breakin bread [Verse 1: C-Murder] I'm on the ground cuffed up like a dog Said my cuffs too tight, but they laugh when they see me fall I guess my skin too dark for them to hear me I know they don't like me, for some reason I think they fear me Quit tripping on my chains and my rings I want to hit em, but I didn't cause I maintained They got them FED's on the scene and they swear I got the cream And the stolen truck green, canine all up in my jeans They don't realize I'm a soldier I had 'em pissed, ask your son, I know he got a C-Murder disc Number one in every record store, mom and pops He tapped my phones, but you know I ain't slangin rocks Take me to jail is what I tell em, get me off the scene My first call go to P, put my mind at ease He told me not to trip, cause it's a bigger picture And if they take you put it on TRU, I'm coming and get ya [Chorus] [Mac] Woah, picture life without the crooked cops and without the cell blocks Would you sell rocks, or would you be like me, I'm shell shocked And I wouldn't stress it (why), cause I'm already strapped Bulletproof vested Waiting to be tested by the devil on that level I used to sit on the porch with my Uncle Ben And I watched the murder scene when I was 13, yeah, by the Melpomene And it made me crazy, and it made me lose my mind And time to time it crossed my mind What if that wasn't a crime Now Slim, would you kill for me and everything that's trill to me If there was no law, and nobody was superstars No state trooper cars to follow, you wouldn't have to swallow Your rocks, or toss your Glocks with the hollows I'd kill a rich man and drink his blood, would it bring me riches? Or would I just be selling my soul to them wicked witches We already in Babylon, the world is a ghetto and God is like the don Nigga wooooah [Chorus] [Soulja Slim] Now we get only get one minute to pray and a second to die Could you picture the darkside before I let these bullets fly From out my 4-5 see, I know what you mean Is it life or death? Imagine living life with no breath My imagination's a motherfucker when I'm full of stress Too much killing, I won't supply the world with a vest But that's impossible. Killing, it's unstoppable Long as they got bullets and guns they got niggas that's droppable Real niggas imagine if the world was surrounded by real niggas We won't have a reason to kill niggas. Feel niggas? My pain it runs so deep I'm a share it with y'all Would my own niggas try to cutthroat me while I'm tryin to ball? Dog, you ain't never seen what I seen Murder scenes, packets, fuck it hurt to see moms screams Picture, my nigga Reg reincarnated Already imaginated us balling and dedicated [Chorus]