Pow! Pow! Im used to that sound
They shootin'!, Hit the ground
Bullets flying with no name
Death is the world's game
Police harrass and barely help
They can kiss my a**
I'll handle my sh*t myself
Im 'bout whatever
Scared I wont say never
Too deep in trouble....Naw!!! Ms. Dee is 2 clever
Drama queens and dope fiends
Bullet holes and crime scenes
Tears shed and blood bled
Confusion and never true conclusions
Unsolved mysteries with so much history
Snitches get stitches
Rats get split britches
In the hood you mind your own
F*ckin with family, its on
So many of my friends done seen the end
Death doesnt have an age
It doesnt spare you no matter who you are or
where you been
Judged by 12 or carried by 6
Nobody deserves to take that lick
No gun play
No knife sway
If you have a problem, handle it the right way
Puddle of tears of those who have been hurt
Who truly wants to ride in a hearse?
it doesnt take a 'hood n*gga' to play the games
'Hood n*gga', 'boss n*gga'
You move the pieces the same
Same n*gga, same b*tch
Livin the same life with that
"GANGSTA SH*T"!!!!