"these city streets got a nigga packin heat for bustaz
No time to reli on these bitches cause theres riches to make
Some niggaz is fake but we separate them from the real
And still maintain the squrill that fills my pocket wit green
Idamean soldier to solrier marchin stay of dosja holdin the strap
How I'm supposed to puttin cowards deep under the dirt like a flower get deboured
When my weapon shower from los angles south central 49th and
Sampedro can't nobody yell louder