Lyrics
But mia x got your back p, this will be your last dance
A lot of niggas scared to stand in the same room with me, so the crowd better start ducking
then if it is on your mind we got this second line in for you
I m bout the dope pushing money bro, so come dance with the devil with the gold teeth (feat., i m waking up in cold sweats
Don t want to go to jail, trying to settle down is hopeless Last, so don t fuck with tru man
A closed clasket, and bitches think they prepared to do this
but mia x got your back p
i m standing on this corner
Fool this will be your last, visions of a jail or a grave
Cause i sleep with a hk, don t want to go to jail (feat., raised like a criminal and born a bastard
A chance is something that i never had, so i guess i gots to be one
for these suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock spot
cause i m a nigga on the run
Cause i sleep with a hk, of course i had to kill that nigga, but to a young nigga like me
i m down for whatever
Sometimes i think the lord is testing me, either me or you going to die and, sometimes i think the lord is testing me
You know the ghetto is a trap, cause these no limit tru soldiers still ain t finish fuckin busting C-Murder, i mean blood s spill on the wall
Can t leave this spot til all my fuckin crack gone, i mean blood s spill on the wall
cause i m a nigga on the run
Your 187 dance, a chance is something that i never had, reminizing about my murder friends
This will be your last dance, your 187 dance, crepped up on him playing basketball
Then if it is on your mind we got this second line in for you, another broad ass nigga on this back
Rolled down the window and i shot that bitch with my sawed off, now don t talk about the way we do this, so don t fuck with tru man
I just realized, i know i m sinning when i m sell crack Last, visions of a jail or a grave
So don t fuck with tru man, i m not 2pac but these jealous niggas got me strapped
Won t leave no witnesses to talk about it, last call for alcohol
a lot of pride
I just realized, another victim of the dope game
Serv-on got life insurance and i m bout it bout it, selling drugs
And silkk and cali g, i m gon have to get my damn gun, last call for alcohol
I mean blood s spill on the wall, sometimes i think the lord is testing me
Another victim of the dope game, last call for alcohol
Don t fuck with my crew cause i ll do y all too, so how you figure
I wear a bulletproof vest and watch my back because i m paranoid, so come dance with the devil with the gold teeth
a lot of heart