Old March

Some people tell me that I need help. Some people can kiss and go hell. Damn right they criticize me. Now shit is on the rise so the feds They just watch And freedom, cause I don't need 'em. I won't employ them compete 'em. They don't understand my logic. I get all my money and the hoes I'm Chronic. I never wanted to hurt you. Unless it comes pressing that trigger, I dig ya. Back then on the East side of town. When you see we above the ground. Broke man livin' off in the ashes. All I remember tell me where the cash is. Slick back, phat on my dome. Give all your loot or you ain't goin' home. When the eighth goin' out with the bang. Wa-da-da-day. Wa-da-da-da-day.