[Verse 1]
Let's take a walk through the streets as a black man
Always getting sweated cause my pops had the rep of a crack man
So now I guess I gots to deal with this
Cops wanna pin a n***a down like I'm some mortuary pimp
Sweeping in the grave of my own
By my was the half of a n***a's stone
Now could it be I died as a lunatic?
No one really knows except your n***a in ya casket
I gots to wake him up
The n***a never moved, so I paused, and I bucked
Then the n***a started moving towards me
What up, locc? He had his grip up on a quart and a quarter ki
He's talking like he really wants to break it out
But I know he don't cause he a fact I'll blow his brains out
One, two, ready, set, go
Off with the nine, then his brains hit the flo'
Damn, the n***a straight walked through the bullets
But I'm not the one, so I unloaded to the fullest
Popped in another clip fast
Emptied out another clip and dropped homie's punk a**
Set his a** out like a newborn
And then he shriveled up to the size of a motherf**ing shoehorn
It's just me with the gat
But now, I guess I realize I'm definitely black and paid the cost
[Hook: Posse of Homies]
I paid the cost, I paid the motherf**ing cost, n***a
[DMG:] I paid the cost
I paid the cost, I paid the motherf**ing cost, n***a
[DMG:] I paid the cost
I paid the cost, I paid the motherf**ing cost, n***a
[DMG:] I paid the cost
I paid the cost, I paid the motherf**ing cost, n***a
[Verse 2]
I f**ed around and came up on a ki
Stacking so much paper that my pockets started busting at the seams
You never know what I'm coming up with next
When I come to k**, I spray you down and leave you bloody as a Kotex
And now I got you rimmed
Tight like a rope on my jim
So when I roll, the motherf**er's poor
Now what you wanna do? You wanna [?] back?
But f** around with these, you end up laying on your motherf**ing back
k**ed for a reason
36 slugs in the face cause it's bull's eye season
Now back the f** up cause I'm on your trail
With a seven million dollar bail cause I'm good with them crack sales
Ki after ki being sold
Now I gots a million dollar bank for my bankroll
And even got some b**hes at the desk
Taking in the money so it's straight. When I call, it come collect
56 Gs in the black bag
26 mo' sitting cool in the blue bag
Then I roll cut
I'm breaking to the tip, so I can go to call my chips that I made up
Now, my day's done
It's time to smoke some weed and drink some brew and toss some peach rum
Yo, as I sit back, I attack
But I'm as legal as a n***a getting beat with a billy jack
I'm serving them the cortex for human life
But no, I'm not your mayor. I'm the n***a with your black mic
Picking n***as off cause it's fatal
I'm known to peel a motherf**er's dome like potato
Screaming bloody murder as you shiver
I tie the body up and throw the punk in the Mississippi River
Rolling with my windows fully closed
Pumping out the sounds as I choke up on some indo'
I'm feeling like a champ as I'm off
But still I tend to realize I'm definitely black and paid the cost
[Hook]