| I fade away from life… walkin' through the danger zone | 
| Down 2 die, my last prayer spoken | 
| I’m a product of the gutter… just a dead man walkin' | 
| I run these streets at night, I can sleep when I’m dead and gone | 
| Down 2 die, I’m sick of bein' broken | 
| Ain’t no promise for tomorrow tell me what the point of hopin'? | 
| I ain’t never had nothin' but a dirty burner, and a little bit of bud tonight | 
| Down 2 die, if the pain don’t kill me | 
| I’m gon' clap black choppers 'til the whole block hear me cause | 
| I’m just another life sittin' on the edge of murder | 
| So I live it like I’m down 2 die | 
| Down 2 die, I’m sick of bein' empty | 
| I lay my soul to my city 'til Jesus come get me! | 
| Fade away… Oh Lord, knowin' I could die tonight | 
| All I say… is «so long», then end it like I’m down 2 die | 
| Fuck it, I’m outlaw shawty | 
| Ridin' on a Harley just me and my Glock 40 | 
| Late night, dressed in all black, I’m a gangsta | 
| Suicide shiftin', apes, I sense anger | 
| But fuck it, I’m livin' like I’m dyin' tonight | 
| Con' liquor got me gone, man my mind ain’t right | 
| All my patnaz, they some killaz, we a two-wheel gang | 
| Real untamed guerillas will bust that thang | 
| Thangz don’t change, nigga we inherit the beef | 
| And I’m a soldier so I go and cook a steak for the chief | 
| In a ski mask in a dumpster, I ain’t playin' no games | 
| Earnin' my stripes, crossin' out you bitch niggas names | 
| The danger zone, I know that I’m playin' it wrong | 
| But go to sleep in these streets and that ass is gone | 
| With all my might, the Lawd just restored my right | 
| So I’m ridin' on you niggas like I’m dyin' tonight | 
| Fade away… Oh Lord, knowin' I could die tonight | 
| All I say… is «so long», then end it like I’m down 2 die | 
| Livin' on the edge, playin' in the dark… Ridin' like I’m down 2 die | 
| The devil’s in my head, beggin' for heart… Knowin' I could go tonight | 
| Tell me what is life, if death is creepin'? | 
| Waitin' around the corner to call my name? | 
| In the air tonight, death is speakin'… | 
| Sayin' «pack your soul, cause it’s time to go!» | 
| That’s just how it goes in the danger zone |