Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it let tha hoes that I usta know from way before kiss me from my head to my toe give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin a couple bottles of Gin incase I don't get in tell all my people i'm a Ridah nobody cries when we die we outlaws let me ride until I get free I live my life in tha fast lane got police chasen me to my *****s from old blocks from old crews *****s that guided me through back in tha old school pour out some liquor have a toast for tha homies see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me and brothas miss ya while you're gone you left your ***** on his own how long we mourn life goes on... shit aient doin nothin to me man hey ksr get up on aim son.. i will have pics when i can find my camera
hey i like that flow right there. +rep EDIT: my bad can't even do it got to spread it around a little
yup life goes on.. still fuckin depress they laid my *****s out the other day..i was so depressed man fuck i mean i cant help it..my system failing on me but the 187's comin that aient no threat to no one