Came from a long way, from Liberty city to Los Santos/
Back in the hood killing purple niggaz to yellow locos/
Leading Grove Street Families to the biggest gang/
Bulletproof,AK-47 and Suzi that´s we used to bang/
I rep my green blood,green clothes,green bandanas/
Thousand of my bullets went throught the ballas/
Got my hydraulic low rider,submachines for radio/
Loud enough for everybody to hear 2pac out da stereo/
Screaming fuck police,F.B.I,C.I,A and the Swat/
I shot so many cops that I get burned when I hold my gat/
I´m millionaire but still pure for the ghetto/
Still in the street with a pistol,smashin your window/
Still rob everynight,getting served in your house/
And if I´m detected put my shotgun in your mouth/
On my arm,my back and my belly,you see my tattoos/
Each ones is a memory if a couple of bad news/