[Intro]
Reminisce With Me
Some Shit I Wrote The Other Night
A Couple War Stories From The Past
Feel This

[Verse 1]
I Got To The Pad
My Heart Was Beating Fast
My First Drive-By
I Could Hear The Blast
I Wore A Mask
Homie Showed Me The Ropes
Ese Pulled The Fucken Trigger
And The Vato Got Smoked
I Write In Code
Just Encase You Know
I Flip Shit Around
So Only I Know
They Wanted More
Ese Just Like The Others
A Secret Stash Of Songs
That I Kept For My Brothers
I Used To Rap These Lyrics
To All My Gang
Ever Since Nine-One
They Was All My Fans
They Robbing Banks
To Put Up Studio Budgets
Cause They Was All Feeling
The Gangsta Subjects
I'm In Crutches
For When The Joint Got Smaller
But If It Was A Primo
Crushed Up In A Dollar
Grey Impala
In Front Of The Cover
The City Of Angels
Fallen Angel Was Coming
[Chorus]
Late Night Writing Rhymes
I Ain't Get No Sleep
I Came Home Off The Streets
And Play Some Beats
They Had Me On One
I'm A Share One With You
We From The Same Place
Where The Homies Will Get You
With Every Stroke Of The Pen
History Was Made
Give A Fuck About The Business
They Ain't Feeling My Pain
I'd Be Insane
If I Couldn't Vent
Better Yet Camarada
This Is How It Went

[Verse 2]
I Went To The County
For Concealing A Gun
On The Day I Had To Be
Up In Studio One
But Instead I'm At The Station
Ese Calling Collect
Homie Trying To Make Bail
So I Could Make A Hit
I Was Shipped Out
Within' 72
For Criminal Possession
Of A 22
And A Ounce Of Weed
That Would Of Had Me In Heaven
I'm Up In The Condado
With The Homies Just Chillin'
From My Dome
I Could Imagine The Track
I Sent Out Letters
That Was Filled With My Raps
I'm A Get Out & Smash
Wet Forty Of Cash
On A 3-Way Call
Little Bitch Got Ass
The Night Before
I Had To Go To Court
I Was Up All Night
Homie Writing These Words
I Stop At Nothing
So My Ink Could Reach Her
Might Do A Little Something
And Throw In A Feature
[Chorus]

[Outro]
I Took You Back With Me
Real Quick, You Know
But Now We Back In The Present
Late Night Writing Rhymes On More Crimes
C-O-N