Putting it down from San Francisco
We gon' be felt, we gon' be smelt,
you can't tell where you're going
G -minority stress problems,
got my dead dark souls in me
Over your coffin and speared
your spirit waiting for deliverance
What did you do to deserve this short,
I hit him in the back with a bow -knife
Now what's better than twice?
He's loaded, dice and crack
my young rider's retaliating
Black on yak, folks keep it low on Cadillac
But my stucco got to get them niggas
Why did they have to take a killer?
Why in the fuck they didn't kill
I'm looking at your strains
I'm just knowing your game
Like at the club when I'm
with five bad bitches next door
you can't tell where you're going
G -minority, stress problems
Over your coffin in spirit form
As you glance at yourself,
your spirit waiting for deliverance
Having a hell you can't tell where you're going,
G -minority stress problems
got my dead dog's balls in me.
Over your coffin in spirit format,
I had a little voice talking to me,
I'm going to wind up dead.
So I did, I had to get rid of the anger
and the pity that it hit me,
had to wake up and slow down.
Had to hold down my family,
and gradually I took a right turn,
put a ring on my fingertip,
The buddy gave me two kids and a baby
I got my lady, it's all good,
I took the wrong family phone,
I'll be knockin' at heaven's
The world's gone corrupt,
Killin' in and out of jail,
This is hell on earth and it hurts,
But we don't see the big picture
The devil's gonna get you,
time to change for the worse
We want the finer things in life,
you can't tell where you're going
G -minority, stress problems,
got my dead dog souls in me
Over your coffin in spirit form
As you glance at yourself,
your spirit waiting for deliverance
you can't tell where you're going
G -minority, stress problems,
got my dead dog souls in me
Over your coffin in spirit form
As you glance at yourself,
your spirit waiting for deliverance
There's no reason for stacking evidence
And I'm not just living once
To put it blunt, reincarnation
Tasting it in face and nirvana
At the forerunner of honor
To tell a tale if I'm a goner
Recruiting me to a festival of contemplation
But in the world of temptation,
misguidance and false sensation
misplacing my conscience for a minute
The casket, I'm right back in it,
heaven, hell, rebellious self
The telling tales of the darker side
and defamation leading to suicide
So I'm born when body parts get torn
The horns have their ways
But it's easy to get got in
heaven or hell it's the rebirth
Suffering the tides of time
So I'm gonna hit the enemy
The facts of reality are unknown
Heaven or hell you can't tell
G -minority stress problems
Got my dead dogs souls in me
Over your coffin and spirit form
As you glance at yourself
Your spirit waiting for deliverance
you can't tell where you're going
G -minority stress problems
Got my dead dogs souls in me
Over your coffin and spirit form
As you glance at yourself
Your spirit wait ing for deliverance
you can't tell where you're
G -minority, stress problems,
got my dead dawg's souls in me
Open your coffin and spirit
your spirit waitin' for deliverance
You know what I'm sayin'?
I just need to take your measurements
Oh, look, pal, I don't wanna buy a suit
Heh heh, no, this is for your coffin