When we were last with Gerald in New Orleans, he was rolling with his
two closest friends, Greg and Minew, at his side…
Greg and Minew clink-clink, cause Greg a trigger man too. What I
mean trigger man, he trigger happy. He bust you up.
When we all sit out and we talk, when we all get high, all of us reach
for the gun and set ‘em out on our lap. Play with them, twirl them
around. Crazy.
You might have a .9, you might have a .30, you might have a .44.
But we all ready. ‘Cause you can’t really trust nobody. That’s how fully
the drug have your mind blinded. Even your own friends.
Like I say, Minew and Greg, couldn’t stop ‘em.
What I mean by couldn’t stop ‘em, don’t care what I say. Even
though they suppose to respect me, they gonna do what they wanna
do. That’s how dirty the game was.
We always listen to Run DMC, LL Cool J, the Fat Boys. Run was our
man. And Erick B. & Rakim. That’s the shit that used to make us go
crazy, me, Minew, and Greg.
But I’ll tell you some stuff that used to make us go real crazy. NWA,
Straight Outta Compton, N* With Attitude.
Not calling nobody no ni, but when N*** With Attitude came out,
that was the hit there.
The music used to…not make us do it, exactly. But, it carried us with
heart, gave us that motivation.
The main thing I used to want to tell people: stop being afraid of us.
That’s what make us do what we do.
Don’t be afraid. Whatever you doing, never be afraid of a robber. If he’s
gonna rob you, he’s gonna rob you. When you show fear, that’s going to
make him rob you. You don’t show no fear, he might not rob you.
