My Summer Vacation

[This is the final boarding call for flight 1259

Departing from Los Angeles, final destination to St. Louis

Thank you]

Damn G, the spot's gettin' hot

So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?

Police looking at niggaz through a microscope

In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope

They trying to stop it

So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?

Catch a flight to St. Louis

That's cool, 'cause nobody knew us

We stepped off the plane

Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers

Rented a car at wholesale

Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel

Unpacked and I grab the three eighty

'Cause where we stayin', niggaz look shady

But they can't fade South Central

'Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental

Checkin' out every block close

Seein' which one will clock the most

Yeah this is the one no doubt

Bust a U Bone, and let's clear these niggaz out

Ay ay man, what's up nigga?

Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga

Now clearin' em out meant casualties

Still had the L.A. mentality

Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry

Wouldn't you know, a drive by in Missouri

Them fools got popped

Took their corner next day, set up shop

And it's better than slangin' in the valley

Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali

Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble

'Cause them mark-ass niggaz don't want trouble

And we ain't on edge when we do work

Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts

Getting bitches and they can't stand a

Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana

Now the shits like a war of gang violence

Where it was never seen before

Punks whirl when the gat bust

Four Jheri Curl niggaz kickin' up dust

And some of them are even lookin' up to us

Wearing our colors and talkin' that gang fuss

Giving up much love

Dyin' for a street, that they ain't even heard of

But other motherfuckers want to stand strong

So you know the phrase, once again it's on

Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central

Los Angeles which are known for their drive by shootings

Have migrated into East St. Louis leaving three dead

And two others injured, no arrests have been made

Police say this is a nationwide trend

With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma

My homie got shot he's a goner black

St. Louis niggaz want they corner back

Shooting in snowy weather

It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together

Fuckin' police got the four-one-one

That L.A. ain't all, surf and sun

But we ain't thinkin', bout the boys

Feudin', like the Hatfield's and McCoys

Now the shits gettin' tricky

'Cause now they lookin' for the colors and the khakis

Damn, the spot's gettin' hot from the battle

About to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle

But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning

Try to catch a nigga while he's yawnin'

Put his Glock to my chest as I paused

Went to jail in my motherfuckin' drawers

Tryin' to give me, fifty seven years

Face will be full of those tattooed tears

It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck

And the public defender ain't givin' a fuck

The fool must be sparkin'

Talkin' about a double life plea bargain

You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G

Plus the Black Guerrilla family

And the white pride don't like North side

And it's a riot if any more niggaz die

No parole or probation

Now this is a young man's summer vacation

No chance for rehabilitation

'Cause look at the motherfuckin' years that I'm facin'

I'ma end it like this 'cause you know what's up

My life is fucked