Now why dey wanna see me dead
*****s put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed

*****s afraid to see a Gambino ***** get paid
So my life be filled with blood shed
Late nights mommas cryin' on the bed visulizin' me in the grave
Now why the ***k it gots to be dis way

These projects got a ***** ***ked up in the head
Gotta stay high to survive
I ain't gone lie these streets be havin' a ***** wanna die
Bein' a breeder gots to stay alive keep close to my 4-5

Keep my eyes on the prize
Can't be victimized by ***** *****s in disguise
Pretendin' to be my thug ***** but all the while my designated killah
My whole life is a thrillah

Everything is on the realah ***** I'm all about my skrilla
***ked up and I kill ya
I know you feel the pressure dat a thug goin' through
I wanna change but it's hard to do

When all my life I been true to da game
Pushin' cane to represent my family name
Ain't a damn thang gone change it's the same old same
Everytime I walk out my house these playa haters approach

These *****s get smoked, 'cause Lord knows I ain't ready to go
But when my time comes and my blood runs
(But when my time comes)
Just blaze the blunt and watch over my son

Make sure dat his days okay
Dry the tears from his eye
When dis ***** here die
Tell 'em I went to a place high next to a lot

Tell 'em dat I live my life as a wise guy
And floss my ride and bust *****es eyes
Maybe dat's why dey wanna see me dead
And put prices over my mother***kin' head

Now why dey wanna see me dead
*****s put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed

I think dey after me dey wanna see me dead
100 G's for the slugs dat enter my head
But I ain't scared though we leavin' *****s stank
No limit *****s commin' bustin' in the ***kin' tank

Dem *****s jealous, 'cause my tape in demand
We on the paper chase and I just can't understand
How these *****s infiltration findin' out about my where abouts
Thought you did something kickin' in my baby momma house

I know your blood flowin' with these evil thoughts of killin' me
But I'm like P always think somebodys watchin' me
Other jealous folk got me under surviellance
Wanna murder me and make me number 187

But I tell 'em if dey come dem *****s best come prepared
Puttin' lead between yo heads and I'm leavin' it dead
'Cause dis fourth Ward soul ain't got no time for fools
(I guess dat what he sayin' but he ain't pronouncin' it right)

Twelve gauge unload now your brain exposed
Gotta get up out dis game because it's gettin' too drastic
Dodgin' bullets, 'cause dey wanna make my child a *******
Will I last it or will a ***** just perish instead
The N.O.P.D. the Feds dey all wanna see me dead