Everybody’s crazy..
I did it my way..
3rd verse:
Hoes in my focus slowed me
Roll with the brokest homies
Cold and we hopeless lonelies
Scoldin' my foes who phony
From blocks where coke could feed you
And cops is over-evil
They know some people
Who tell on felons who sold some diesil
Heroin and blow, it ruins minds
Knew a crew one time
'89, they took work to Caroline
and blew big-time
In just two years, their crew disappeared
Snitches and bitches smeared the paint on their pictures
Years back, I reminisce and remember
Sittin' on wood benches gave me splinters
Just a baby nigga thankful
When them killas came through, guns out, movin'
I thank the ones who said
"Shorty, go home!", we about to be shootin'