Tampering With Evidence

Police lock us up 'cause they don't understand the way we live

Interrogatin' us all for hours

We ain't telling what we did

I was way up in New York when they broke in Montana crib

Somebody told them we was gone, yeah

I know what it is

Some nigga around me tryna snake me

Prolly trying to get me killed

Shooters trilling on my real nigga, this the way we live

Seem like they started hatin' when they heard I got a deal

Mama told me that my cousin died

I ain't shed a tear

If it wasn't for Montana, I'd have juvenile life

Shackled down in Paris prison, I was fightin' for my life

Smoking weed and toting guns

Willie 'n Ben every night

Now the judge don't want me 'round him

I know it's gon' be alright

Step on a nigga for that talkin'

Now the police buildin' cases on me

They know we 'bout it

If you a gangsta, keep that shit in the streets

Strapped with that 40, I heard a nigga want it with me

I'll put a nigga straight to sleep, he think he fuckin' with me

They say that they want smoke

Where them poles? We gon' ride, nigga

Step in with my bros, right or wrong, you gon' die, nigga

I put that on my soul

We ain't hidin', nigga

I just wanna know, who got a problem, nigga?

When my grandma died, made me wonder

Who gon' do for me?

I don't trust nobody

Make me wonder, who gon' shoot for me?

Ain't got no nigga with me, jus' my girl

And this coupe with me

Sincerely from my heart

I'ma tell you 'bout it truthfully

I know I'm gon' die, no, I do not have that long on earth

Swear I need a blessin'

Man, I need to take my ass to church

Put yo pistol in the sky when you see me passin' in my hearse

I really don't feel love

Man, I swear to God this shit hurt

And I know they gon' cry the same day I go

Tell my son, come to my casket and leave me a rose

Call on Ben and 3Three

Promise me you'll never fold

Stand on all ten, and don't never put yo trust in hoes

Whoa oh

They don't understand the way we live

Whoa oh

T-t-t-they don't understand the way we live

Whoa oh