[A.G]

Before becoming a runaway slave here's a taste of

mental slavery. A backtrack...

("You don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist

You don't catch hell because you're a Democrat or Republilcan

You don't catch hell because you're a Mason or an Elk

And you sure don't catch hell because you're an American

Because if you were an American you wouldn't catch no hell

You don't catch hell because you're a black man.")

Check it, many try to come close

Rest in peace to the deceased and the rest are comatose

I'm not a joke and I go for broke

And while I'm laughing you'll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke

Walk the streets and I play for keeps

And while I entertain suckers stay six feet deep

It was good while it lasted

Broken bones and asses, tombstones and caskets

I got fleeced, I'm not strapped, I'm a get you back

Me saying "Mayday" with an AK, picture that

Getting my props while you're propless

And if you try and escape, we'll take grandma for hostage

I carry my joint

Hoping to smoke a sucker just to keep on point

When Dre's team goes to extremes call up an M.D.

Wetting a strip til my whole clip is empty

Oh-ops and tecs ready to wreck the site

Whoever's next to step is knifed in broad daylight

Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off

I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off

if I get back I get out with the quickness

The D.A., the judge and the jury's on my hitlist

Dressed in black with a hoodie and a low hat

(What you did?) Spoke to the witness, now the witness don't know jack

The Giant and his crew are ill

We're sick-ass convicts, we'r