i grab tha mic like
it was my last breath,
i take a look around
all i see is death/
niggas gettin shot in
they chest/
In tha streets
vests dont matter
cause they got da glock to ya head ya brains splatter
like a whole bunch of batter/
everyday streets get sadder
more and more horror happens, shots clappin
niggas rapin little girls and women/Na i dont be bout rapin but im bout dat gunnin just to see a bitch nigga runnin and all my niggas give me tha rite asumption