Sittin' back, reminiscin'
Of how I used to get down and dirty wit' ya
I pull up on a hot block and come and get ya
Wit' a pistol cocked to handle all issues
But never would I thought in a million wishes
After all we stood for, you would start snitchin'
I disregarded lessons that was shared with me
'Cause I was taught I'm not supposed to trust any
It's hard to see the frame when you're in the picture
But now the picture's faded, bytch I'm done wit' ya
So gon' head, handle ya business
And get right, 'cause I'm comin' to visit