There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin on blunts and gettin [bad word] to keep from goin under
Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin, [bad word] and get me
I sick, or am I just another victim?
Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every bullet spit when I kick em
Niggaz die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a g
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a [bad word] ward but he didn't go to court
God [bad word]  and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon