| How should I start? | 
| I’m so confused | 
| By now I’m sure you heard the news | 
| Cats I got workin' on the block | 
| Got a plot for me to stop | 
| In my heart, I can’t even say they wrong | 
| Cuz in the game all the playas sing the same song | 
| I done seen cats do back flips when the bullets hit | 
| Gotta to go and bring Jesus in they life | 
| Counterfeit to the pulpit | 
| But anyway | 
| I’m so loved and hated 'round the community | 
| My mother wonder what money, drugs can do to me | 
| I swear to God, I seen the Devil in my bag of weed | 
| Where you live, I might freeze | 
| Gotta get this cheese | 
| Cats is makin' side deals with these other dealers | 
| And slappin' five with a player | 
| Man, like I’m they nigga | 
| I paged Nickatina, he didn’t call me back | 
| He must be on tour, but I’m not sure | 
| But once again, it’s July the 4th | 
| And once again | 
| God I’m goin' to war, for sure | 
| «There's gonna be fighting | 
| And somebody’s gonna get hurt, that’s for sure» | 
| … «And everything we worked for will be wiped out | 
| And I don’t think we can let that happen | 
| I mean that makes sense» | 
| Man I taught these cats how to move this coke | 
| Taught these cats about the weed they smoke | 
| Took they mind from bein' broke | 
| Now they wanna have me smoked? | 
| My woman said to me, 'her or my friends?' | 
| I said my friends cuz we bowed our ends | 
| She said, nigga please | 
| Them muthafuckas is ya enemies | 
| Baby I love you but I gots ta leave | 
| Because you don’t sleep | 
| Some nights man, you don’t even eat | 
| Smokin' weed, nigga | 
| Runnin' the streets | 
| But check it, I don’t complain | 
| I hate the fact her face is stuck in my brain | 
| It’s like razors just to hear her name | 
| Put that on double Glocks | 
| The beef is burnin' every tick of the clock | 
| Even the rain won’t stop the plot | 
| Got a page from Nickatina | 
| But right when I was 'bout to call him back | 
| My windshield had suddenly cracked | 
| From the impact | 
| Gave shotty, glass half cut off my body | 
| I can recognize the shooter | 
| It was little Shotty | 
| And I gave that muthafucka, yea his name | 
| He tryna' to take a cat out the game | 
| Yo, I’m full of blood (?) | 
| You know bullets give you hot love | 
| I go in shock from the heat of the slug | 
| I think I’m 'bout to die | 
| This is my last time to testify | 
| And after that there was no reply | 
| Put that on double Glocks (Shit) | 
| «What did you say your name was again?» | 
| «I didn’t» |