Screwed Up Tape

[Rasheed] Ma, I'm sorry for the things I did And GOD, thanks for all the times you let me live I should of been dead a long time ago Should of been me and not Güero Foot on the pedal while I race through the hood Go to Revillations in your little black book My homies all changing and that fucking shit hurts I never fuck a friend unless they suck my dick first Creep and I crawl, ball till I fall Sell you a 80 won't charge you for the straw They asked me how long I ever kept a job roughly Well, I worked six months in the county as a trusty I went to prison and I came back an animal Southside, Houstone's murder capital My crew is cursed, shoot you first Die next to a stupid nurse Put you in the bluest hearse I'll see yo ass at Lucifers [Hook - 2x] 6 in the morning police at my door Fresh, Jordans squeeking cross my bathroom floor Out the back window, I make my escape Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape [Low-G] My green light, aloe since chiquito caga palo Haters don't like me cause my name is hard to swallow Here he comes that 5-O asked me for i.d Play on his computer and find some felonies I was high, fried, and D.W.I Every question asked I came back with a lie He was searching my ride and found my 45 That's when I started thinking had to bust him with my 9 Instead I ran, now your boy got away That night we celebrate like it was a holiday I use to be broke didn't have big faces I had to wipe my ass with the yellow pages No T.V. and no cartoons My jefa in the kitchen washing plastic spoons I wasn't smokin' tough on green potent stuff No diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuff [Hook - 2x] [South Park Mexican] Oh no what the fuck, I'mma come have some buck Who want to fuck with us, brown like snuffleupagus Pro-tect my property, Hillwood privacy I don't know how many times I got to tell y'all get off of me Balls hangin' all I need, smoking bitches crossing me When I kill you niggas we can all live in harmony Listen you motherfuckas want a gravestone, I want you once leave us alone Known to kill my fucking own, claim Houstone cause that's my home How can I make it anymore clear My butler look like belvedere 17 million a year, still I'm thuggin about a Cavilier My people come, like Babylon, mexican and african Few white boys that's family, asian and mohamilly Indian that's a Navajo, killers out that mackadoch Careful how your ass appoach, get busted like you pass a note All the hoes, camel toes, smoking on that artichoke Bought the benz, bought the boat, in my kitchen rocking coke [Hook] [Hook 2] Crusing down the street with my 6 hoes Bumping my shit, riding on vogues Went to the park to get the scoop Young niggas out there cold shooting some hoops