Ya Price

Mad taxing, past tense the white boy Ed He got fucked up, check out the blues he had Big supplier on the compound, news, he got spoons Hot, plus got knocked out his ass balloons Hands was holding dandies, owed money from candy he bought Smoked the cost, now his anty is lost He selling everything, niggas yelling, yo I want mines in doubles, Boxed in ah bubble, paying cats foh they troubles, Couldn't sleep right, feeling every night, the night, He got bagged from killah's holding sharpened knives and pipes, Yo ah week passed, Goons put his arm in ah cast, he got cut bad, slashed from his neck to his ass, took his tv, trunk of cosmetics and his panasonic, shook his house, found five bags of chronic, he on ice now for life, yo, should've thought twice, days from the world, but ya street dream is over, you reap what you sow, ya street dream is over, the price paid now in the grave, shit was cold bra, shit was cold bra Mad intelligent, stay revelent like I'm cobra Down twenty, I ain't want nothing but his honey Told the kid, son, you can keep the money Punanny and nanny goat coats, so just run me Everything that belong to me, and if I'm wrong Then I loan you a g, you be on the P's like clicia Keys Paraplegic on the seas On jet ski's, breeze, I'm colder than freeze Yo the price paid, still catch me shoppin' at rite an aid Read my book, turn the right page, you see trees and chicks at a light age Fiends fucked up, fam corrupt, Life is a big cup, we fucked! Most of my niggas still stuck Still pluck you like a duck though My niggas nuts, going nutso I put it in my writing, let my pen flow From corner stores, whatever the streets blow Whatevah we reach, we know Yo, and let life blow