Five Hundred Dollar Candles

You're proud of that fact that you're-you're in the gang

From Lime Hood

Why? But you're proud of the fact that you're what, why is that?

Why?

Yeah

'Cause I'm down, I'm down for it

'Cause I'm a true

I'm a true

I come from the heart

What-what, why?

W-w-why be in a gang, what's in it for you?

What's in it?

Well, you get killed, right?

Yeah

You mean some of your friends been killed?

Yeah

So

For a simple cause

W-w-what's the simple cause?

Of bein' a Blood

On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice

On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice

'Round here niggas ain't got shit to lose

Young niggas off the chain and they gettin' loose

L.A. niggas with the bullshit

You better not step to me wrong

I'll burn five hundred dollar candles

Will they mourn me when I'm gone?

39 and I'm still bangin'

I can't get out if I wanted to

All I did was document my life

I ain't put that red rag in front of you

My first album had the world lit

Hit the hood and brought that Hummer through

I finally got the Impala candy-painted

Show you outta-towners what that summer do

Started off with sixty niggas with me everywhere I went

Hundred-twenty cups inside a Summer Jam tent

I went from broke, fantasizin' 'bout Christina Aguilera

To puttin' TVs in the dash of my mama's Xterra

This is real shit

I'm spittin' bars from the gun niggas get killed with

I had to cover my son and let that steel spit

I talked about it in songs, niggas got real sick

Dre thought that I was just rappin'

I told 'em I had bodies, no cappin'

Nigga, this the new Compton

2005, my whole life got live

Picture a gang member on the cover of the Vibe

Tell 'em why it's West Side

'Cause L.A. niggas with the bullshit

You better not step to me wrong

I'll burn five hundred dollar candles

Will they mourn me when I'm gone?

On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice

On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice

'Round here niggas ain't got shit to lose

Young niggas off the chain and they gettin' loose

They don't put me on the set at Rollin' Loud

AK-47 only way I move the crowd

This my life

It's more than music

A lot of niggas rap but I was born to do it

Took my mama two days to give birth

And how I repay her? Goin' through her motherfuckin' purse

It's crazy how she loved me after all my dirt

Nigga disrespect her, he gon' touch the earth

If it's me or my niggas, then I'ma die first

Go on my 'Gram, put that pic of me and DOM on some shirts

It's all fun and games 'til that Super Soaker squirt

You lost somebody you love, I know it hurt

I got two dead brothers, one dead father

A mama with a pacemaker, two sons, and a daughter

I got a lot to live for but I ain't scared to die

I got this Hennessy and my nigga DOM KENNEDY, West Side

Them L.A. niggas with the bullshit

You better not step to me wrong

I'll burn five hundred dollar candles

Will they mourn me when I'm gone?

Them L.A. niggas with the bullshit (Bullshit)

You better not step to me wrong (Step to me wrong)

I'll burn five hundred dollar candles (Dollar candles)

Will they mourn me when I'm gone?

How long? Yeah

How long? Uh-huh

Yup, straight like that, yeah

Five hundred dollar candles

When I'm gone, yeah

Now, step to me wrong

Five hundred dollar candles

Will they mourn me when I'm gone? (Yeah)

Gone, haha, I'm gone, yeah

Yup