One two three and to the four/
i hear a knock knock and all the cops is at my door/
damn somebody snitched, now i gotta go find who be the bitch/
which one of you talked better confess/
cus if you you'll all take six to the chest/
cus we all know that syx is the best/
let me explain the way i rise above/
hit you with that sound like shotgun slug/
better than drugs, but i still hang wit them thugs/
i pray everyday that this wont be my last/
while hangin n slangin in a life so fast/
your lucky if you make it past 22/
aint it funny how the same gun kills you/
but if God wanted me to be gone/
he would have already had me by his throne/
so remember this song, bitch prove me wrong/
cus I aint scared of death, deaths scared of me/
thats why im still here left to breed/