I´m the voice of them killers, turn dope into millions
Get hung with a rope from the ceiling
Where I´m from they´re either smokin´ or dealin´
Price of life so cheap, 100 deep with coke in the villa

Old niggas keep talkin´ ´bout the rules to the streets
Baby home cryin´, they ain´t got no food to eat
All that stress got you losin´ sleep
Nigga on the grind, same clothes, same shoes for weeks
And everything you got, you pay the price for it
Yellin´ boy, squeeze, put your brains on a night floor
Back against the wall, gotta fight for it
They givin´ less time for murder than that white raw