Imagine - Mac, C-Murder, Soulja Slim

Imagine making it big in this rap game

And you think it’s all good

I’m here to tell you it ain’t baby

You got every eye in the world on you

You gotta understand these people fear what they don’t know

Imagine life with no jails or no laws

And no harassment on brothers in fancy cars

Now why they wanna trap me, make me a slave

They just mad cause a ghetto nigga breakin bread

I’m on the ground cuffed up like a dog

Said my cuffs too tight, but they laugh when they see me fall

I guess my skin too dark for them to hear me

I know they don’t like me, for some reason I think they fear me

Quit tripping on my chains and my rings

I want to hit em, but I didn’t cause I maintained

They got them FED’s on the scene and they swear I got the cream

And the stolen truck green, canine all up in my jeans

They don’t realize I’m a soldier

I had 'em pissed, ask your son, I know he got a C-Murder disc

Number one in every record store, mom and pops

He tapped my phones, but you know I ain’t slangin rocks

Take me to jail is what I tell em, get me off the scene

My first call go to P, put my mind at ease

He told me not to trip, 'cause it’s a bigger picture

And if they take you put it on TRU, I’m coming and get ya

Woah, picture life without the crooked cops and without the cell blocks

Would you sell rocks, or would you be like me, I’m shell shocked

And I wouldn’t stress it (why), cause I’m already strapped

Bulletproof vested

Waiting to be tested by the devil on that level

I used to sit on the porch with my Uncle Ben

And I watched the murder scene when I was 13, yeah, by the Melpomene

And it made me crazy, and it made me lose my mind

And time to time it crossed my mind

What if that wasn’t a crime

Now Slim, would you kill for me and everything that’s trill to me

If there was no law, and nobody was superstars

No state trooper cars to follow, you wouldn’t have to swallow

Your rocks, or toss your Glocks with the hollows

I’d kill a rich man and drink his blood, would it bring me riches?

Or would I just be selling my soul to them wicked witches

We already in Babylon, the world is a ghetto and God is like the don

Nigga wooooah

Now we get only get one minute to pray and a second to die

Could you picture the darkside before I let these bullets fly

From out my 4−5 see, I know what you mean

Is it life or death?

Imagine living life with no breath

My imagination’s a motherfucker when I’m full of stress

Too much killing, I won’t supply the world with a vest

But that’s impossible.

Killing, it’s unstoppable

Long as they got bullets and guns they got niggas that’s droppable

Real niggas imagine if the world was surrounded by real niggas

We won’t have a reason to kill niggas.

Feel niggas?

My pain it runs so deep I’m a share it with y’all

Would my own niggas try to cutthroat me while I’m tryin to ball?

Dog, you ain’t never seen what I seen

Murder scenes, packets, fuck it hurt to see moms screams

Picture, my nigga Reg reincarnated

Already imaginated us balling and dedicated