Letras
These days, you gotta be strapped
I'm already knowin ain't nobody got my back
These days you gotta be down
Who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound
I believe I got good skills
We been makin music since we were kids
Thats all I wanna do, for life
Keepin it real until the day I die
Obstacles get in my way
Continue to mash and dont forget to pray
I keep my hand on my steel
Because I love my life and I always will
Whatever people say to me
I take it in stride I'm thinkin negro please
If you really dont know me
Then you best back up, I suggest strongly
They started this DPG
Until the day I D-I-E
For my L-I-F and E
No matter where I look thats all I see
And I know...
Many niggaz cling to me
I think its because they see me on BET
Cuz everybody knows my name
All the police think I'm serving cane
Jealous niggaz call us out
But I dont worry long as I hear their mouths
If ever they decide to kill
You better be prepared because I know I will
I think I can guarantee
You dont wanna be standin next to me
Before my final curtain call
I forsake save hen and wont be long
So if we bump hits in the streets
Or even at some party
You niggaz really can't see me
My request is that you stop trying
Before I let go...
Everyday, the 45 stays I'm jackin for whoever
I bustin takin now bowin down never
Gotta watch my back for these coppers
As well as these niggaz that I kick it with
They stick you faster than these bitches will
Since I'm pimpin everybody wants my riches
And I can't keep the Don from buying weed actin everytime
I smoke constantly and can't flinch me
From commitin the murders so I chill and puff the herb
Who gots my back nobody
Little John Gotti's layin niggaz down at the homey's party