don't be hatin'
don't hate the player
hate the game
I'm pumpin' gas in my car, and you walk up to me and ask for a "square". I say, I don't have a square man. You say, c'mon, give me a square. I say... I don't have one.
Your boy walks up from the phone booth, points a gun to my head.
You rob me. Take my watch, my chain, my wallet, my bracelet.
Your boy doesn't pull the trigger.
You both run into the alley and disappear.
I look at the gas station attendant. He saw the whole thing, and didn't even get on the phone to call the police. I look at him, and he just shrugs his shoulders as if to say... oh well.
So where are you now 15 years later? Are you in jail or are you dead?
I really don't give a fuck. Thanks for not pulling the trigger homes.
