black six four gold daytons roam and hit the block non stop nigga straight out bone and just passing through didnt have no strap point my finger at your asses says smoke like that hit your enemy block rolling four cars deep two chevs one lac and a iroc z riding low shotgun gauge ready to peel windows down top drop bumpin realer than real hit the block gauge cocked hangin over the do seven shot one squeeze ride pump ya know never slip in the streets of the garden block cause motherfuckers get smoked a lot hit the flow and i come you try to run you get gunned down four deep on the creep im about to put your ass to sleep and aint no sense in locking up the door cause one kick from one the cliques we ll be in that hoe so make way as i unload my a k on your house then degrade as i take one of your closest family members out its the bo i thought you knew oh punk you didnt know well meet my 44 face to face we shoot out with the next hood on the creep they say the bo locs no good and its your ass that got me pulling a mask popping a cap want me to tap daddy on that ass with my mask its all for one and one for all fucking with the bo and i ll be bustin and getting awol pulling a gat going in for the big jack caught them fools on they back woke them up with the mac now give me the scrap cause thats how we living in ninety three i watch my back plus ill be strapped cause aint no jacking see so dont try this punk tried denyin i knew was lying i started firing now one at a time they all retirin close range living in strange cant be tame i pull the mac and take the police out the fucking game i been a slave and i aint going back police jacked with the intentions to sendin it back