One Mo Pound Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. D-Dubb)

I was rollin' through the hood one day
Thought shit den calmed down
"Gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around
Ain't talked to nobody from my block
Cause all my niggas is locked up
And it's been all ever I seen wit a guillotine
So I was in the "Cut Supreme"
Fifteen grams and some "greenodine"
Ain't seen a block nigga since
But now I be off that killa green
(Mothtafuckas ain't got no love for me)
(Niggas wanna put some slugs in me)
So I'm 007, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven
Brotha Lynch Hung, but the bitches call me Kevin
They try to make me think they close to me, but Neb'in [never]
You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for alibis
And the meat they ate from them drive-bys ain't mine
Cause mine's a supe' desguise
As I swoop the skies high off that buddha
Tah mixed the cusche and the purple hairs
And it got me high
(Now I'm rollin on the river)
Labeled Mr. FedEx
(Cause them bodies I deliver)
Got to get to my next plot
Unlock the freezer get the meat for the "rocks" [rotweilers]
And heat the heat cause it's the "nine-neb'in" ['97]
And it's hot den a mothafucka
(All day everyday) I'mma stay loaded up, "krondike" in the trunk
And a pound full of James Brown
Cause I gots to get loaded so hold up soldier