she my girl,
and my down chick,
who i always walk around wit,
and when she come ouside,
u see starin' from the crowd quick,
but she the realiest that be wit me
and be holdin me down,
always tell me to be carefull when police is around,
and when i cop green, she be down
watchin for them niggaz who might stare with a frown,
and if i tell her to she'll spray a couple rounds,
nobody hears a sound....
cuz she so quiet
and she's so poise,
with her smooth black frame,
and she make no noise
and even though that she clean
i still wipe her down,
she be chillin right beside me when im smokin black and milds,
and if am actin wild
i feel her touch my waist
and say "it aint even worth it just punch him in the face"
i say she right, she remind me of the consequences
and she main and she let me fuck alot of bitches
now because of this poem niggaz think that im crazy
they thought i was talkin about a lady,
i am, she my baby,
but she just my lil pistol
my black 380