Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
nikkas is calling cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped caring
Last night two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me then they lie to me
Product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it easy
Listen, through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
And we turning bad boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my nikkas in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nikka
Rollin' with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers
To the end, my friend