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Imagine making it big in this rap game And you think it's all good I'm here to tell you it ain't baby You got every eye in the world on you You gotta understand these people fear what they don't know Imagine life with no jails and no laws And no harassment on brothers in fancy cars Now why they want to trap me, make me a slave They just mad cause a ghetto nigga break bread I'm on the ground cuffed up like a dog Said my cuffs too tight, but they laugh when they see me fall I guess my skins too dark for them to hear me I know they don't like me, for some reason I think they fear me Quit tripping on my chains and my rangs I want to hit em, but I didn't cause I maintained They got me FED's on the scene and they sware I got the cream And the stolen truck green, canine all up in my jeans They don't realize I'm a soldier I had a pissed, ask your son, I know he gotta see-Murder disc Number one in every record store Mom and pops tap my phones, but you know I ain't slangin' rocks Take me to jail but I tell em take me off the scene My first call go to P, he put my mind at ease You told me not to trip cause it's a bigger picture SongtexteAnd if your tank don't put it on TRU, I'm a come and get ya Woah, picture life without the crooked cops and without the cell blocks Would you sell rocks, or would you be like me, I'm shell shocked And I went through stressin' (why), cause I'm already strapped, bulletproof vesting Waiting to be tested by the devil on that level I used to sit on the porch with my uncle Ben And I watched the murder scene when I was 13, dad, why they come for me And it made me crazy, and it made me lose my mind And from time to time it crossed my mind What if there wasn't a crime Now Slim, would you kill for me and everything that's true for me If there was no law, and nobody was superstars No state trooper cars to follow, you wouldn't have to swallow Your rocks, so toss the glocks with the hollow I would kill a rich man and drink his blood, would it bring me riches Or would I just be selling my soul to them wicked witches We already in babylon, the world is a ghetto and God is like the don, nigga woah Now we get only get one minute to pray and a second to die Could you picture the dark side before I let these bullets fly From out my 4-5 see, I know what you mean Is it life or that imagine living life with no breath My imagination's a motherfucker with a bullet stretch Too much killing, I won't supply the world with a vest But that's impossible, killing its unstoppable As long as they got bullets and guns they got niggas that's droppin' em Real niggas from that ????? the world that's all about Real niggas we won't have a reason to kill niggas, heal niggas My plane it runs so deep I'm a share it with why'all While my own niggas is trying to cut throat while I'm tryin' to ball Dog, you ain't never seen what I seen what I seen Aus Songtexte Mania