They always say you have heart you have money over anythin' else Some of my best friends is heavers, they'll take your breath As I march through the valley in this shadow of the death Wonderin' why I'm standin' right here by myself Glock .40 with the 30 close to my hip Louis Vuitton bag full of them ruffles, no 'tato chips nigga Though I miss my nigga Tato Chip nigga Kill one of you pussies that hang out on my strip nigga Bang, gun language we still talkin' Who knew your next step you'd be in the coffin My Backwood full of Kush cause i'm still coughin' Murder anythin' that come close or even cross us 4 officers down and the suspect is dead It is a grizzly scene on the streets of East Oakland today These are live Sky 7 HD pictures of the scene Where police entered the apartment around 1 o'clock this afternoon It happened in 7600 block of MacArthur Boulevard near 74th Avenue And ABC's 7 Leslie Brinkley is close-by but is very late Niggas say they want the line but really they don't need to know Cop from the connect and tie him up like an even score Never heard of me before? Numb cause I'm breathin' snow My niggas in the back paranoid cause they breathin' dro Never been to school in they life, they need me to grow Mob shit, militant now but was a beast before Streets full of ex-coke dealers who didn't reach they goal Mean streets, iron in his jeans before he leaves his home He say he love us but he'll leave again once he gets on To another hood to mislead the youth with his evil tone Over the money look what we've become My only wish is to free my niggas and flee the slums Jewels go over your head cause I've intrigued with drums Nixon make him lock his door, now they need our songs Yeah, the same way the fiends need a stone I'm not braggin' on my cards Allah forgive us all