Ms. Parker E

You know what I'm sayin'? Some real shit. Ooh. Make me feel some type of way. La música de Harry Fraud. You feel me? Can I get a witness? Thuggin' in the trenches. Dodged a life sentence on them park benches. Dre took me in, he ain't have to, but He did it. Ram let me go, but he Had to, I was trippin'. Prayin' for his little bro like, "Man, this nigga Trippin'." It could happen in an instance, Like take it just for instance. They killed my homie Ducky in broad day, Like caught him slippin'. Man, I really miss him, wish that he still With us. Bullets nearly grazed me, Happy that they missed us. Christmas always missed us, no Santa on my sled. Suge like the only nigga we seen in a Suit red. Freeway Ricky really home from doin' Twenty in the feds. And I don't ever speak on shit that I Ain't did or really lived on the dead homies.