Anything Goes

Oh yeah

This **** shit done got a lot of my mother****ing partners

Took out the game

And to my brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace fool

Growing up in the Calliope, New Orleans to be exact G

I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me

I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my sleep G

My best friend done turned into my mother****ing enemy

19 years old, gold fronts and a mean mug

I hooked up with my little cousin Jimmy learned to slang drugs

A lot of shit done changed in my ****ing neighborhood

This fast cash got the P living no good

I'm deep up in this shit and ain't no turning back

Me and my cousin Huey say I got him for a ****ing sack

I told him check his *****, but he didn't here me though

He didn't believe that his ***** was out smoking ****

Now I gotta stand on my own too

I came in this world by myself

That's the way I'm gone die fool

One year later and my cousin doing life on a case

I moved to Richmond California just to ****ing get away

Bumped into my partner King from New Orleans

He couldn't find a job and I'm back to slanging ***********s

And everything was cool for a ****ing while G

Til I went to this club and this fool tried me

We in the back with some ******* counting hundreds

Til these suckers walked up and said jack

Them niggas from the country

We didn't have no gats, I had to make a G move

Mexican head butting, that's how I did this fool

King G hit this boy with a upper cut

30 days in the county, but we didn't give a ****

Cause anything goes

Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes

Anything goes

Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes

Who ride, homicide 4 deep with them gats ****ed

Ready to put some fools on they back

Who ride, homicide 4 deep with them gats ****ed

Ready to put some fools on they back

1, 2, 3 nigga slanging keys

But why you have to mess with P

1, 2, 3 nigga slanging keys

But why you have to mess with P

Who ride, homicide 4 deep with them gats ****ed

Ready to put some fools on they back

Who ride, homicide 4 deep with them gats ****ed

Ready to put some fools on they biggity-back

Released from the county on a PO

The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety ****

Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac

Two days later I'm back rolling mother****ing black

Lexus coup with a droptop Benz

And in the glove compartment you'll find about 33,000 ends

I ain't tripping cause the game get deep though

Got a phone call, couldn't sleep bro

They say my little brother died back in New Orleans

Pop pop boom and it killed him, here him scream

But I ain't tripping cause mama still here a cry

In Richmond one day the P is gonna die

And if I do I guess I'm going out like a G though

Like the movie on the mother****ing Untouchables

So when I go out, I know I'm ****ing living wrong

They betta take me out like ****ing Al Capone