if
your mind wears it
don't button your lip

killers don't get heard about

they get whispered about

before you get murdered, ouch 

poets and gangsters

spend stacks of paper, fingers

riding those triggers of theirs

i know what a g is

because it is

a letter

this hood got choppers, so

don't fuck with the turf

simple as that

we all scoop gold 

by the skirtful and try to

die without remorse