Its my life just a little Nigga in the ghetto wih hopes of getting paper the jails are full of full to the max with my people who tried to make it but never made it back, I know where exactley were your at dog out their where the rats crawl struggerling for scraps i have alway said the world was a ghetto I hate to go to funarals i went from sealing cars to selling drugs the littls kids in the hood are hungry. the war on drugs turned into the war on us. Could it be the gold the gold digger sees could it be the cars. ever since them lot got shot the police are hot on the block. I heard someone walking on the roof i cocked the 45 the 4Fitness. my name is my name , open your mother fucking eyes