Help Me

Most of my brodies is ex cons and parolees

Drink Heem and ODs

Roll twomps and goldies

Get made from Goldie, 'cause Goldie the made man

Don't fuck with blade man

Go hard like caveman

Ay, man, I don't think you understand though

I stalk the streets with a Cold Commando

A thug and a vandal, a walkin' scandal

Drink like ten fishes, smoke like candles

Pistol grip handle on the riot 12 gauge

Keep the rollers off me and out the jail cage

Got a twelve page letter from my folks in the rallies

He got caught up in a riot and they shipped him outta Cali

Omaha, Texas, Leavenworth, Kansas

They got us spread out, I don't know where my mans is

But it's like this, I don't complain

'Cause I knew about the game when I hopped in the thang

Lord, can You hear me?

Too many **** dyin'

Livin' C.U.T.T.H.O.A.T., but they tryin'

Lord, You gots to help me

I know sometimes they're wrong

Keep my **** strong (Yo, check this out, Dre, listen)

I been walkin' the line, piercin' the wire

Steppin' with my chin up

Woke, or sleep, my lids never shut

Protected, but rapists stay PCed up

Escorted by badges and handcuffs

Billy clubs and face shields to storm your cell

Search your locker, thirty days in lock up

From reminiscin' with my celly

Pretendin' we daydreamin' or flyin', we high

Eternal freedom, but we paid the price for livin' this life

We cry inside, but only cold stares for the naked eye

A young boy with mafia ties, so while inside

The bricks, the fences, got every tear stitched up

With coke and black pinheads twisted in zigzags

Watchin' time pass, 'cause I ain't got nothing but time

Writin' invisible lines on lined paper

But bein' secluded made my rhymes greater

So I stick to my music, song after song

I might make a hit over the phone

Hello?

Lord, can You hear me?

Too many **** dyin'

Livin' C.U.T.T.H.O.A.T., but they tryin'

Lord, You gots to help me (They tryin', Lord)

I know sometimes they're wrong

Keep my **** strong (Yo)

'92, '93, hit a lick, split a key

Flossin' on chips, and spit a clip, the game was fun to me

It didn't take me long to see it wouldn't last though

How else can my cash grow?

Without the J team and task force comin' to ask for me

I'm movin' too fast, homie

I wish you would've got over the gate

And I escaped with the cash, homie

But I'll bust my gun to avoid the pen

We was young lights when we went in

But changed from boys to men, be home at ten

Do that, come home, that ain't no place for a playa

Can't make no money, ain't no bitches in there, but life ain't fair

But your world don't stop, you gotta keep-keep on

We pueblo no matter what street we on, the streets we roam

That's why I ain't wrote you in a minute

But I'll see you when I see you

If not, then when they lock the rider in it

Tough love, one thug

Issue a slug to that snitch ****

I'ma finish where we left off, I'ma get rich, ****

Lord, can You hear me? (I'ma get rich, ****)

Too many **** dyin'

Livin' C.U.T.T.H.O.A.T., but they tryin'

Lord, You gots to help me (They tryin', Lord)

I know sometimes they're wrong

Keep my **** strong (Keep 'em strong)