"...But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you're talking and where you're walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta loc
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night saying prayers in the streetlight
Been spending most their lives, living in the gangster's paradise"
Life's a Tripp, Tripp Forever™
6 oz. 100% Cotton Tubular Jersey.
Double-needle bottom hem and sleeves.
Preshrunk to minimize shrinkage