There claim'ing that i'm violent,because I refuse to be slint/ Hit me with the nightstick,hope'ing I'll resiest/Because they know,I won't go out without a fight/ read'ing me my right's think'ing that i'm ilerite,but truth be told I don't really give a shit/ I looked the cop in the face, and told him he's bitch/now i'm on my way to jail,because they out to get rich/what they did'nt know,the next day i'll be out on bail/now i'm out to get revenge,on the cop that did this shit/here we go I just fucked his chick,left clue's on her neck should I say what happen's next/ the cop came home,and str8 beat the bitch/I really can't take this shit,so I cocked my gun/let off one shot in the air,and I watced the punk run/ He ran to a allyway, and it was str8 dark/all I know is the thought's that were on my mind,and the mark's that he left behind/made me bust my 9,the cop died and I to get get away/because I know that back up is on the way,but that's what happen's when you fuck up my day now socity label's me violent./

The other day I was chillin with my crew, after everybody left some suckers came try'ing me/ I cocked back and punced one in the face,and after that I got jumped in my place/I smiled and laughed and said i'mma get you, and your punk crew/ your lucky I did'nt have my pistal,but be ready because i'm coming to get you/It's me and my brother,looking for these punk ass sucker's/I found this nigga's mother, I had to tie her up/call your son or your guna die right here,is what was said/the punk came home and got hit,oh shit I thought I was fucking bitch/fuck this shit get your hole click,I let him drip on his way to the set/now they know i'mma threat,and i'm not to fucked with/but it's not done with,now there hiting up my facebook talk'ing all kind of shit/claming to be crip,but yesterday you were blood/I don't give a fuck about this petty gang shit,when it come's to my I'll even murder family/meet me at the park and come by yourself,whatca think i'm stoopid I don't even need help/there at the park the next fucking weekend,forgot about but i'm out here creeping/I don't think anybody's leaveing,and if they do there going in caskit/that's what you get for fucking with me basterd,I let the mac spit and laughed as they got it/they bust back,my brother got hit/how do I exsplane to his fucking mother,it ain't shit because we just some ryder's./

they say that i'm violent,because I have to sell drug's/1 and I hang around,a bunch of thug's/2 nobody show's me any love,so who am I to say that I that even care/3my mom kicked me out on the street's,what was I sopost to be scared/4I called my nigga,and told him right here/5there's no time,for asking any qustion's/6because it's time,to put in work/7even if it mean's,pulling a 187/8sending any nigga,str8 off to heaven/9but it's really not like that,the only thing we wanted is to make are pocket's fat/10we slanging crack,hopeing not to get jacked11/we bought a gun,now it seam's like we having fun/12but in are heart,there's alot of pain/13are family's look at us,in total sham/14and it's all because,of the game we play/15makeing money might seam like fun,but at the end of the day still feel's like we on run/16I rember when we was broke we wen't to rob someone and I ended up geting hit with the pump,but I ain't a punk I got away,guess I get to live to see another day,and my brother call's me crazy because I ain't afrade to die but now we got kid's and we still have to do this do this shit,so befor you judge me ask yourself is me who's violent because in realilty i don't promote vloince,just another nigga whos out here striveing./