i m your number one suspect cause i wear black locs took my hat back and choked on weed smoke you call me a ghetto thug but i say damn you i ma live my life just how i want to i m out there bad like a madman the savage you can t manage with that i m doing some kind of damage i m in a ghetto street spotlight i m always loc ed down and always high as a kite now every day is like somebody s watching me gotta get my 9 millimeter fore they cap on me they be be coming up quick this number one suspect ain t no punk go pop ya trunk go grab ya pump i ain t about to be put to rest cause this young black ghetto thug ain t expired yet i m strong with no fear they said i d be dead in a year i used to roll in them rental cars with a trunk full of oz s droppin them thangs off sometimes they were whole ki s me as my brother s parents now he runs with the killa klan and my nigga k b now he s a family man solo solo chemistry my mind started building that s when i started thinkin millions that s when i got agg bought me a a k and punching bag and gamed the squad game and a perfect aim in a nigga s ass see my solution was to take any god damn thing i wanted even if i had to break a nigga s mothafucking ass down with these hard hitting hands or with them automatic rounds shit within no time i had a lot of people scared cause the whole damn city found out jacking wasn t dead and a lot of jealous ass niggas and hoes said i would be dead in a year but that was two years ago and i m still living everybody s living in a world of crooked thoughts i ve been criming for years with no fears of getting caught i m always labeled as a suspect snatching gold stealing clothes outta stores before they open their doors i m struggling thinking crime gonna help i brought a child in this world but i can barely feed my damn self water and bread who gonna keep the kid fed jacking ain t dead because of my little mark ass me and sho at your do about fo o clock whoever answers the do gonna get robbed and shot icy hott wasn t made for the minimum wage therefore i grabbed my gauge and got my ass paid i got popped by a chink at the corner store staring at me from the time i walked through the door he thought i ran out his store with a beer he shot me in my back and i was dead in a year  said i d be dead in a year i won t see twenty one come and at the rate i m going out g rapp will be my mother s only son said i d never be shit just another nigga in the pen but i get mo money spend that and get paid again left my books to be a crook left my job just to rob how ya gonna tell lil flea how to live when times get hard be myself so i did i need help i sold drugs cause all i ever really knew were crooks and thugs i was down from the heart cracking cars til ya start take it to the back of my hood to undress the fucking parts every time i ve seen a cop i got a bad thought like breakin em down the middle like a half ounce and ya life for tomorrow it wasn t no guarantee cause ain t a nigga got a life time warranty and i know them hoes sick that we still here ain t gonna be living to blow out our candles next year2