Ridin straight down crooked  lines  on the highway  havin good times the fly way Losin our minds. Expecting to die any day.

Reckless behavior noted like the numbers on my pager calling to wager a price for a rush of danger no granger given by a stranger

This life tries the souls of good men always has since the world began it ain't stoppin till the world's end I'll never die since I'm known as sin

Shoot me down in a dule containing 2 fools who believe there fit to rule over the hood with the biggest crew but the smallest win

Ghetto dreams die 1 by 1 every scream that haunts the shooter of the gun in there dreams stress of anothers death on there chest makes livin a test


Count every breath as you walk in a bigger homies
Steps lookin to end up in the dirt locked in a chest with blunt layin on your chest

Breath free and walk tall in streets when you a one man beast without a doubt about weather yo could stomp an entire crowd

Respect the gun quite or loud loaded or empty real or fake the symbolism of the souls it could take purposely or by mistake it takes 1 bullet to dig a grave