| Behold, your highness, the Luniz are here |
| Bring them in |
| Man where the fuck we at who the fuck are you? |
| It is I, Jesus, Shock Jesus |
| And what brings you brothers to such an early fate? |
| Man, no what the fuck man |
| Niggaz just shot me man, what the fuck man |
| How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty |
| Fuck you |
| You shall perish (beitch!!) |
| It is my judgement that you shall burn in hell |
| Man, noo |
| for eternity |
| Nooo (the Luniz are here) |
| Ahhh |
| 5150, feel me |
| Psycho disco just go Luni |
| 5150, feel me |
| Psycho disco just go Luni |
| I wish I had cot (what?) I wish I had some cot (why?) |
| So I could sky and have a place to lay my head and plot |
| A broke nigga boney |
| Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies |
| I play acts and make scratch from table scraps |
| and always end up fucked watchin other niggaz backs |
| I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds |
| but in the mist of funk |
| would they really bust rounds? |
| I get woozie when I inhale all the badness |
| I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem |
| I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz |
| I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor |
| I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64 |
| and now I don’t smoke weed no mo' |
| And I ain’t knowin where I’m headin |
| Most likely it’s the scene of creamery |
| I’m petrified of the whole scenery |
| The game is some shit ya either roll wit |
| Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it |
| For less is what I was wishin for it never came true |
| So it came to plannin missions damn near shittin in my drawers |
| I gotta play my part though and take what I can |
| from the niggaz I don’t got Scarface nigga I feel ya |
| By any means nescescary |
| That’s why they find scary niggaz buried |
| Carried to a whole 'nother place |
| If youse a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face |
| So much drama, I put my best in it |
| Peace, I’d rather live than rather rest in it |
| Where I’m from or where I’m headed, it ain’t no love |
| I give thanx that I’m alive to the man up above |
| I’m still takin shit day by day |
| Survin off a nifty, that’s why I’m goin 5150 |
| Ripley’s won’t believe I’m shot, limpin down the block |
| Tryin to scoot out, carry the bloody glock |
| Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out |
| Tryin to take the loot out my pocket |
| But I’m quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket |
| Then I split runnin down the block |
| No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a guage |
| Then blaze my ribcage, I’m dazed |
| on the ground hella bleeedin ass out |
| I remeber seein somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out |
| Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I’m old |
| No more bullet holes in my chest |
| A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin |
| The Lord has no love for playa hatin |
| I’m facin Shock Jesus cause I’m the G-ist nigga to do the job right |
| Because I’m trained up in that mob life |
| Come back tonite strapped tonite |
| He said if I suceed he’ll bring my family and dead homies back to life |
| A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out |
| Flyin through the cuts goin the secret hill route |
| The whole scene was a disaster |
| Friday the 13th the final chapter |
| Lookin niggaz wit casper the ghost |
| But I float until I smoked the big man |
| Slipped in quick sand |
| He’s gonna kill me but my spirit slipped in my body |
| I yelled watch out he’s gonna get me |
| They didn’t get me, huh, they labelled my ass 5150 |