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 pass, goons put his arm in ah cass, he got cut bad, slashеd from his neck to his ass, took his tv, trunk of cosmetics and his panasonic, shook his house, found fivе bags of chronic, he on ice na, foh 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 na, inna grace, shit was cold bra, shit was cold bra

Mad intelligent, stay revalent 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 Alicia Keys, paraplegic on the seas, on jet ski's, breeze, I'm coldah 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 ah lite age, pheins fucked up, fam corrupt, life is ah big cup, we fucked, most of my niggas still stuck, still pluck you like ah duck doe, my niggas nuts, going nutso, I put it in my writin, let my pen flow, from corner stores, whatevah the streets blow, whatevah we reach, we know, yo, and let life blow