The Confrontation

Intro: you was gangsta just a min ago mag, what part of the game is that? it was gravy when you getting, popping them thing, now a couple of bids under your belt, some homies get murder you want out! hn where your heart at now mag? forced ha you wanted this game more then life itself!

I been forced in this game with a gun to my head
Cock back if he squeeze my as be dead/
{f**k} now i'm sitting back writing out bars
For maps laid out homie going in hard/
But in my ear i hear my dark side just screaming
You better make it there mag think about them children/
I own your soul f**k up your wife is a widow
Your life is done your picture on the wall by the window/
Nah fam it ain't going down like that
Who ever you are please get the f**k off my back/
I do what you say please don't take me soul
Whatever it take i don't want to ride that road/
It's bad enough whole life been living on edge
Shelling drugs blowing on bud with guns in the hand/
I hear you mag that was a part of me
The game i set for you since a lil g/
Why me, why you pick me in 76
Had me on lock 86 i hit the bricks/
With no direction not knowing the game i'm playing
Man up stop crying what the f**k you saying/
You loved it tho, didn't you, yes i did
Why you crying now mag cause i count them bids/
Along this ride i seen a lot of homies just die
A couple of them dead right in front of my eyes/
So what, what you mean by that
I saved your ass so your ass don't land in a sack/
My days was numbered 13 hit up twice
14 you count a bid went to jail, you right/
Hold up the more we build the more i see
The more i start to realizing you had it out for me/
Doing your job living in the soul of my body
Poisoned the brain like a guinea big for a hobby/
You let me in look what i made of your ass
You turned me into a mad man i made you a dad/
Showed you the ropes skills to survive in this world
I feed you knowledge of both sides of the world/
But what you do choose the devil side of me
The only thing that you feed me was the map of the streets/
How to cook cane run blocks mastered the heat
How to creep on a n***a when they partially sleep/
Roll up the dro hypnotize by cars and fat ass
60 inch around the neck depending on fast cash/
It seems to me your heart got weak
A lil bitterness for these streets and me/
I feel your pain but come on i gotta eat
And the power your body process mag is pure heat/
You real wise intelligent strong as an ox
The way i was running fam i should of been in the box/
Nah nah don't thing that way i got your back
So why you got the gun to my head to write this track?