If I Don'T Go To Hell (Feat. Janice, Pacewon & Vinnie Paz)
Mr. Green
3:47I wanted to be just like my big homie OJ Instead of going to college four years I took the foul way King of the underground with no radio I pushing Oplate Still got many smokers and geekers of in my doorway Momma I'm going to it, dropping the formoul to it Poison in my two meter, im posted with my two meters I know that my enemies pray that this smoe will go to Jesus Father please forgive me that those niggas no longer breathing Broke, blind and cripple, to dup in the spittim Nothing but murder on my mind but my bottom lines to issue Girl don't hug and kiss you, saying you need some rehab Serve the chronic, make me a addict Guess I'ma be that nigga until my heart dont tiik Yeah, the Indiana Godfather, Eastside bitch All the will when I bail slang and bang 'till they tag my toe I let my nuts drag down to the floor, gangsta years baby, uh And if you dont know, now you know, nigga Everybody clap your hands Go Go Go Everybody clap your hands Go Go Go go go go Plans to be the greatest, I hok to spitt in the faces of those they hold sacred, call 'em over rated Haters looking at me sideways like I voted Raegen Screaming bro! But there's no relation, your flow is basic Grind and tierd of waiting boosted up on that donorslist Been over patients, now how sick is that Mr.Green on the track, IJack the ripper that Philly on my shoulders like Iverson had the Sixers back In the early dubble O's, travel where trouble goes Landed at O Jays, cautious of undercover foes The backstabbers, they smile in your face Cards revealed they yell "Sorry!", move you out of your space It ain't a game though, well, at least thats how to saying goes Bottles to the face, pour a little for the slain though On the road to the riches, tinted Durango Won't park till the Sunset, no Drain-no Go Everybody clap your hands Go Go Go Everybody clap your hands Go Go Go go go go I wanted to be just like my big cousin Chad He took a few shoots, tought he was 2Pac but didn't rap Showed me what it was to be in the trap Starting off and turned it into a stap Cooking crack, well feeling that Looking back, yo I needed that The reason that these younger is cold red 'cus they ain't got official ohead' Mine was, conduct, my father figured dropping juice on me I'm more advanced than a lot of niggas The bran-mentally it mentchalanged me garanty the invalanly, dinsanlanly Talk to pigs, that's a no no Offical like the polo with the little logo Do my dirtual about my dono Now yoyo, what up yo Niggas is cutthroat, murder for anything but those scandalous slut hoes The streets flood of the drug sold to the snub nose Niggas frontin' in the front-shots Ringing when the club close (gun shot) I went fissiual trauma with tribulation, that's why im here Yeah, uh We all make mistakes. Yeah And you do read what is up, so dont think you don't You know, I got involved with drugs. And, uh.that's why I'm here. But this is not who I am, this is what I became