In the stomach n in da heart is where da knives go
gotta watch ya back, dudes running from da five 0
Drug dealers coming back n fourth patrolling steets
holding heat to leave ya body limp, cold n weak
Shots to explode ya legs n have ya calfless
tis down to these bastards who like dudes wit no organs...heartless
Ready to bite fools, hanging at high-schools wit rifles
They wave gats to have ya layed flat when christ-calls
Too many cats are influenced...they all got thug fever
Hear a couple a tracks then they wanna be a drug-dealer...
These drugs n shit be giving off heat like heat-grills
All these imports of cocaine crushed wit E-pills
Its a lifestyle of smuggling, but you might make it rich
but its like a crackhead coz u gotta be prepared 2 take a hit...
Even if ya hate this shit...dudes got circumstances
n at da end of da day i guess thats their worst advantage...
Ima keep dropping topicals till u thugs are mad
I aint no preacher but listen 2 shady coz drug are bad