yeah rule are you a figment of my imagination or am i one of yours believe me baby and hear me fear me feel me that s why they all wanna kill me dead true in the head but nigga not as soon as i get the drop i pull up the pop of the test it s outta the prairie bitches style juice running through my head how many wanna die nigga my concept it s irrational my thinking now i m erratic like mike w s whose falling down i m losin sight now i can hardly see and smoking all this fucking weed i can barely breathe i m like tell a bitch bleed squeeze on d run up in the deli wrung up on d are ya watching me they be watching niggas they be watching keep watching keep watching me now don t look down are ya watching me they be watching bitches they be watching keep watching keep watching me now don t look down whose watching me  c mon watch as i creep through your block in the hard top drop with my bead on knock cause cops i ain t standing and gangstas know catching before hanging and my dogs keep banging cause ain t shit changing and hustlers y all keep slanging we stuck in the game wit not a lot to gain but everything to lose but we soldiers that front line in days to rule we do homicide drive by s cock and spray if you the last man standing you about to lay 6 feet underground watch me now stop me how y all niggas trying to cop my style i spit nothing but hot ones and pop guns make it hard for niggas to function who want some of the rule baby i m legally considered crazy but if that s the way that god made me this world can t change me and that s the way it ll be caught in the dark until the light shines on me i m a slave to this game but i m breakin free so keep watchin me