Illusions
Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God damn, why they criticize me?
Now, shit is on the rise and my family despise me
Fuck 'em and feed 'em, 'cause I don't need 'em
I won't join 'em if I can beat 'em
They don't understand my logic
To my gat, to my money, and I'm hook on chronic
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless you come flexing that trigger
I'll dig ya that grave on the East side of town
Now, you're six feet underground
From man to the dust to the ashes
All I remember, tell me where the cash is
Click-clack, barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain't going home
But I ain't going out on a bang
Wa-dada-dang, wa-dada-da-dang
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Fuckin' me up with my mind
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Fuckin' me up with my mind
Motherfuckers be driving me up the walls
Hoping that I fall, but they can lick my balls
Straight jacket, strap it
In the padded room where some punk niggas can't hack it (punk ass)
Distracted from all reality, now I'm let out on a minor technicality
They all fucked up now
'Cause they let a nigga back on the street, somehow
I'm looking for someone like me
Living in my own world, to my own degree
On the loose in the city, looking at the hoe with the fake titties
Looking at me and I feel shitty
A lil' tensed up, getting hot
'Cause she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot
I'm trying to find ways to cope
But I ain't fuckin around with a gage or a rope
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Fuckin' me up with my mind
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Fuckin' me up with my mind
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God damn, why they criticize me?
Now, shit is on the rise and my family despise me
Fuck 'em and feed 'em, 'cause I don't need 'em
I won't join 'em if I can beat 'em
They don't understand my logic
To my gat, to my money, and I'm hook on chronic
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless you come flexing that trigger
I'll dig ya that grave on the East side of town
Now, you're six feet underground
From man to the dust to the ashes
All I remember, tell me where the cash is
Click-clack, barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain't going home
But I ain't going out on a bang
Wa-dada-dang, wa-dada-da-dang
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Fuckin' me up with my mind
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Fuckin' me up with my mind
Motherfuckers be driving me up the walls
Hoping that I fall, but they can lick my balls
Straight jacket, strap it
In the padded room where some punk niggas can't hack it (punk ass)
Distracted from all reality, now I'm let out on a minor technicality
They all fucked up now
'Cause they let a nigga back on the street, somehow
I'm looking for someone like me
Living in my own world, to my own degree
On the loose in the city, looking at the hoe with the fake titties
Looking at me and I feel shitty
A lil' tensed up, getting hot
'Cause she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot
I'm trying to find ways to cope
But I ain't fuckin around with a gage or a rope
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Fuckin' me up with my mind
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions, all this confusion's
Fuckin' me up with my mind
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
I'm having illusions
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Gil Evans
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