as I walk through the dark shadows of these streets under the streets lights, there no telling what I might find or do out here in these streets, I'm a dark soul,out to make the quick comeup,on my enemies and foes,if they live on the other side of town,then they must be my op's,and it's about to go down,I'm creeping and I'm peeping your spot,your whole damn sit out,ooh got me another one,caught another bitchass nigga,sleeping and slipping, now his whole damn family weeping, and preaching from the preacher, how could this happen, it happen in the ghetto streets everyday,who gets to pick a victim, victim is just another victim out in these streets of violence, violence, who can see it coming,until it's to late to say your prayers, or ask the man above forgiveness, cause the grim reaper came knocking at your door, the grim reaper came knocking at your door,now it's lights out"boy",now it's lights out"boy",lights out,lights,out,