Evil Escapade E

I used to roll around with this evil little Kid Who never gave a fuck about anything he Did Used to bang, used to slang, used to Rob, used to shoot Used to fight anybody who Was dissing on his crew He was caught up In the mix, caught up in some shit His Whole fucking life was dedicated to the clique Ended Up doing time, stuck in a cell Why the Fuck little kids can't get out on bail? He did a few years, fuck the DA He Counted every minute, every hour, every day Only a Couple real homies showed him love along the way The only homies that he's rolling with to this Day Blowing this shit off my motherfucking chest 'Cause I'm holding shit back like a bulletproof vest And I say fuck the rest 'cause I'm rolling With the best With the only crew that I'm Gonna bang to the death And fuck doing time 'cause I'd rather be dead Put a slug hollow Tip to my motherfucking head Everyone has regrets But this life I'll never trade So get the Fuck out the way, we on a evil escapade Rolling through the hood, we on this evil escapade If you would try to step to me and My homies, you wouldn't do it 'Cause back in The day, we stay up all night every night Got no conscience in this head And I walk Around strapped, what you know about that? I don't carry school books, I spray lead Still Tripping off that old shit used to roll doggy, Pinch the boo-dog and Everybody stepping in my Direction, no stopping When I start to strut, Scrapping bitches in the cuts In the alleys of My neighborhood, liquor's in my cup Watch 'em bust, Bullets flying, never see me crying Me, I tell the truth, I promise even when I'm Lying No denying where I'm coming from, chewing Feels like bubblegum Fist fights turned into clip Fights, rumbling Remember when all you did was lash Out the toys Now you so high defended that You didn't hear the noise Click clack from behind You, tripping, that remind you Wanted this to Happen, gang bang, love the action Free the homies That are missing, all the ones I used to Roll with People I grew up with that never Finished the growing Sitting sideways, Speeding down the highways Hoops packed with the Perfect plan, did it my way High days came And went but I wouldn't call 'em heaven sent 'Cause traumatic events were regular in the days That underwent Got my hood mentality and that's Something I'll never trade So get the fuck out The way, we on a evil escapade Rolling through The hood, we on this evil escapade If you Would try to step to me and my homies, You wouldn't do it 'Cause back in the day, We stay up all night every night Got no Conscience in this head And I walk around strapped, What you know about that? I don't carry school books, I spray lead