My spot got hit
Lil' G slim got shot on a lick
Nigga I was sick
Live fast die young that's the life of a crip
My boy got id'd down at the station
He still locked up and it's ten years later
Free K Swift big man still gangsta
That's my loc known him since the 5th grade
On the yard where I learned to play spades
Learned how to make a jailhouse shank
In the tank niggas callin' out fades
Win lose or draw can't turn down a thang
When I first got shot my mind went blank
Start bussin' back 'til I knew I was safe
A few hours later I was standin' on stage
Bullet wounds fresh crowd goin' crazy
Yeah, that's South Central madness
The shit I been through turned me into a savage
If they made a movie 'bout my life it'd be a classic
No lie I had roaches crawlin' on my mattress
Yeah and I wouldn't change shit
If it wasn't Broadway I wouldn't bang shit
Tiny Rock, Lil' Wod them my muh fuckin' crips
2-11 got me fly as shit
The price keep goin' up every single summer
How can I lose when I came in with nothin'
Can I take a M and turn it to a hunnid
Baby gangsta Slim straight out the hunnids
Up in the spot weighin' out onions
Let me say this shit again I really come from nothin'
Dope dealer, go getter
Ina streets swangin' 4 wheelers
Dope dealer, go getter
The Innerprize Clicc run South Central