tired of lookin over my shoulder these streets be getting colder every week we lose another soldier, addin another case to da folder born hood wasn't what we wished for reaper always knocking on someone door yo clip loaded b4 you walk outside hopefully luck is on yo side if not 2 destinies will fuckin collide hopefully luck will be on yo side gettin older but still da title holder ice in my veins im straight fuckin polar lost my giveafucks, born wit no shits to give my trigga finger gotta fuckin blisters kid husslin and grindin every single day if you owe me , you better fuckin pay I ain't no kid, that means I don't play and da boogie man is headed ur way We thugs, cuz thuggin all we know ain't scared to tag another homies toe eenie, meanie, miny, fuckun mo just another fuckin John Doe straight tired of da Boyz n blue bunch fuckin cartoons, actin like day Scooby-Doo this ain't da fuckin movies dudes, bitch ass loony tunes bout to meet da goons , ready for another tear in ink they guns n badges don't make me blink they battleship about to fuckin sink bout 2 lose my temper, right on da brink grab a blunt and some fuckin beer D-day coming, we ain't got no fear got da scope on dem like day deer and hunting season is almost here