My Summer Vacation

{This is the final boarding call for flight twelve fifty-nine Departing from Los Angeles, destination to St. Louis Thank you} Damn G, the spot's gettin' hot So how the f**k am I supposed to make a knot? Police looking at niggaz through a microscope In L.A. everybody and they Momma sell dope They trying to stop it So what the f**k can I do to make a profit? Catch a flight to St. Louis That's cool 'cause nobody knew us We stepped off the plane Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers Rented a car at wholesale Drove to the ghetto and checked in a motel Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty 'Cause where we stayin' niggaz look shady But they can't fade South Central 'Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental Checkin' out every block close Seein' which one will clock the most Yeah this is the one no doubt Bust a U Bone and let's clear these niggaz out Ay ay man, wha*sup nigga? Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga! Now clearin' 'em out meant casualties Still had the L.A. mentality Bust a cap and out of there in a hurry Wouldn't you know a driveby in Missouri? Them fools got popped Took their corner next day, set up shop And it's better than slangin' in the Valley Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble 'Cause them mark a*s niggaz don't want trouble And we ain't on edge when we do work Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts Getting bitches and they can't stand a Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana Now the shit's like a war Of gang violence where it was never seen before Punks whirl when the gat bust Four Jheri curl niggaz kickin' up dust And some of them are even lookin' up to us Wearing our colors and talkin' that gang fuss Giving up much love Dyin' for a street that they ain't never heard of But other motherf**kers want to stand strong So you know the phrase, once again it's on {Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings Have migrated into East St. Louis Leaving three dead and two others injured No arrests have been made Police say this is a nationwide trend With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan and Oklahoma} Boom! my homie got shot he's a goner black St. Louis niggaz want they corner back Shooting in snowy weather It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together f**kin' police got the four-one-one that L.A. ain't all, surf and sun But we ain't thinkin' 'bout the boys Feudin' like the Hayfield's and McCoys Now the shit's gettin' tricky 'Cause now they lookin' for the colors and the khakis Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the battle About to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle But the NARC's raid about six in the morning Try to catch a nigga while he's yawnin' Put his glock to my chest as I paused Went to jail in my motherf**kin' drawers Tryin' to give me fifty-seven years Face'll be full of those tattooed tears It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck And the public defender ain't givin' a f**k The fool must be sparkin' Talkin 'about a double life plea bargain You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G Plus the Black Guerrilla family And the white pride don't like Northside And it's a riot if any more niggaz die No parole or probation Now this is a young man's summer vacation No chance for rehabilitation 'Cause look at the motherf**kin' years that I'm facin' I'm a end it like this 'cause you know what's up My life is f**ked