some say the cause niggas get skunked out cowards we buck em down shoot the chooper in the ground muggin with evil frown got heat nigga what s up now let off a hundred rounds guaranteed to shut your mouth some say we need to be locked up in penitentaries i say kill off police and district attorneys public offenders too they all be in cahoots cut them from ear to ear let em die in plug poos must not forget the judge so long i helped his grudge with a rusty box cutter cut off his nuts though they might call us nuts i do not give a fuck i hit that po po once then come mista monsta dump to all the black police i want to see you bleed nigga ya still a nigga that s on the wrong team sometime i hate the world want to kill up everythang maybe it s hallucinagenics fuckin with my mind frame the question s in head tellin me don t trust my friends don t crush my cans so in my ruger i can but then again what if this motha fucka jammed then i fall and will the lord know who i am probably not because i m livin life by the fault so off hellfire i blaze the blunt with me or against me ugh my bitch don t understand she think it s just a phase i hear her cry at night hopin that one day i change can t tell her that i love her when i lust the game tryin to keep my composure but yet i m untamed listen i hear the streets call my name the same way they called my father in his day and that nigga came it s tradition though my mama raised me as a christian i still with devilish intentions poppin but didn t nobody listen on my way six feet under the ground or up in state prison if so then in my book let it be written a youngster did his fuckin thang without pretendin preacher think i m cursed because i seldom go to church i went through five hundred boys doin major dirt grandmama say the other night she had a dream that i was laid off in a coffin after faulty scene looked at me said look baby you know what that mean that you can catch death tryin to chase after green and everybody ain t your partner so cause fools will leave your ass for dead and don t trip am i crazy tell me am i really insane is it strange cause i feel the pain corruptin my brain i need a head shrink because i m startin to think i ll turn the barrel on myself and take a long sleep baptised by my heat take my own self out the game then maybe then i can rest in peace fuck fools that want to see my on my back with my mama cryin over me dressed in all black i m drinkin conyak poppin hella prozak it s harder everyday to keep my sanity intact i m takin ritlan smokin on that rope again all type of mani shit that try to calm the beast within i think i need to pray maybe that do some good do god got some time for niggas in the hood cain t win for losin who the hell do i think i m foolin voices in my dome i think i start to listen to em tellin me to pull the trigger fool don t be no punk and i ain t no punk so i blast i don t give no fuck