It's May 21, 2024, 06:38:04 AM
Tell Master P if he ever come back to the bay, he goin back in a casketFrom the Trenches of Frisco to East O, ain't no love 4 that bastard Jack our game and run away, now ain't that some bitch shitUnloyal ho, there's more to the game than gettin rich bitch
my first names ric and i push a black regal, rollin on them deez hittin switches like its lethal,california love cause imma california thug, and when i roll up a joint you know its california bud
Pretending to be so hard and fearless/Your logic is pre-mature and adolescent/You love hip-hop and that's all good, you can live it/But don't hate me because I only fear Allah, and meant it!/
Never claimed I was a Muslim, I speak with logic and defended them/U assume and have everyone figured out, even though U ain't met them yet/I didn't choose to live hip hop, I was born in-to it/U wanna find out how hard I'm pretending to be, then issue it/Don't act like you're superior 2 me, U dunno NOTHING bout rod/If I ever meet you, I'll give you something else 2 fear.. besides god/