yeah here it is niggaz get ready

i'm still struggling on dez streets trying 2 stack my chips/ i hope i can get out b4 dey enter me 6 feet deep/ my life has been hard from jump a str8 living hell/ all dem whitey's & blacc'z who pretend 2 b sumthin their not want 2 c me in my cell locced in solitiary confinement 4 all da crack & weed dat i sell/ so i make sure i keep my eyes open at all times wit my glocks smokin 4 all dez bacc stabbaz planning their attack/ but i don't think y'all really understand me & my lifestyle, if i die like Pac said "I'm Comin Bacc"/ i'll haunt y'all snitches like a ghost sum 1 u fear in ur worst nightmares/ cuz if i want revenge on ya i'll creep up on u & when u least except it i'll b those eyes u swear ya c givin u a cold stare/ waitin on u 2 make a move so i can let da slugs from da ruger rip threw ur weak flesh/ dat will kill all da bitch shit & put all da talkin 2 rest