Watch your back
 

Why does some shit happen, why do boys gotta be clappin
Why did i start rappin, why my fingers keep tappin
Constantly lookin over my shoulder, this burden set on me like a boulder
How come this heat makes u feel colder, how come the snitch went n told her
Niggas wanna be harder than rock, so they go n pick up the glock
Not knowin the shock, of gettin shot like tupac
And i dont mean to knock, but a coffins not like a hammock
U dont wanna c da cell block, where they keep it on lock
Dont start bustin, if u think blood is disgustin
My guns sittin n rustin, thats y im livin unlike my boy dustin

not really feelin it, jus keep wurkin at it.... i can see where u was going wit it, but it needs more.. sumthing else