For the brothers at my side id be willin to die
Getting high all the time id be willin to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For whats left of my life id be willin to die

Verse 1

I been dying to try see this look in my eye
First lesson in the street [bad word] with me
Lookin hard little gangsta making me look over my shoulder
Bumpin a range rover with the bulletproof glass
Had to get that hook up some things in my pastBound to catch up to me man I might not last
Makin suckas bleed lean out the window and blast
Don't try to sneak up man I think too fast
I hope [bad word] undercover man ill say self defense
Looking at my life I cant claim innocenceIt came and it went much money been spent
Many wigs been bent back and twisted with the lethalTimes up game over aint no sequel
Aint no such thing as evil its do or die
Gangsta hustler a piece of the pie

 [bad word] 

For the brothers at my side id be willin to die
Getting high all the time id be willin to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For whats left of my life id be willin to die

Verse 2

Ever since I was a shorty on the corner drinking 40's
Clockin mathematics movin weight like an addict
Had my boys posted up stoop one and twoIf some chickens walk by scoop two or one
Take out the back and then show em my gun
Ice around my neck make you blind from the sun
What kind a high you need? Ill let you try some son
So many enemies anyone could be one [bad word] and try if you wanna die Ill make you wonder why I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside don't you see im dead right
See the one that make the lead fly down at midnight
Sneakin up on suckas if you aint got the cash
Say something son beat that [bad word] with a flashlight [bad word] [bad word] im the one with ammunition
Dumb sucka dumb you got the wrong intuition

 [bad word] 

For the brothers at my side id be willin to die
Getting high all the time id be willin to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For whats left of my life id be willin to die

Verse 3

 [bad word] on and try
If you wanna dieMake you wonder why
I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside
Don't you see im dead right
Im the one that make the lead fly
Down at midnight

 [bad word] 

For the brothers at my side id be willin to die
Getting high all the time id be willin to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For whats left of my life id be willin to die.