Besoin de s'évader (feat. 99 Street, S Two & Odiman)

Monster. How should I feel? Creatures lie here. Looking through the window... Monster. How should I feel? Creatures lie here. Looking through the window... 1, 2, 3, and to the 4 Eazy muthafuckin' E With the chrome to your dome Cruisin' in my '64 rag top I got a lot of juice A lot of fuckin' block Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin' More bounce to the ounce And I'm clownin' Keep the gat in my lap Cuz I'm fully strapped For the car jackers Fuck no hapsters I pack a Tech-9 Plus a AK-47 Send a one way ticket to my hell Or maybe heaven, peep Nigga I don't sleep Burry muthafuckas in the concrete You try creep kinda slow in a Astro But I peep you niggas out in my left window So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe Now ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right? Passed by while these niggaz wonder why I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Niggaz still ballin. So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal That you're screamin, baby I'm dreamin This ain't Christopher Williams, still some MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who? Says me, the lyrical Niggaz sayin, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggaz actin shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is Natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates The funk baby