locked n loaded stuck locked in a box middle fingers up sayin fuck the cops innocent lives caught in the crossfire watchen bodies drop smacked back lean gone off hop noddin wit the mob from pittsburg killafonia askin myself is this eva gonna stop guess not til the day that i die i put thqt on pops gangsta til the day that i die the rate that im goin back off tah the pen ima penitentary baby raised behind to hese conceret walls at it again down n out remember when im out there aint eva a drought in this tah the neck niggas sayin they want my head