(chorus x2)
I'm tired of gettin chased by the narcs, got my back to the wall,
so I'll spray at the force and fuck runnin from their dogs,
I'ma stay in my hood, nigga fuck the law,
and anybody got a problem, man fuck you all,

It's been, three years since a good nights sleep,
I dont need a sleep number, I need to handle my beef,
every nigga I pass, young or old, I turn and watch my back,
cause if I dont, round here, I just might get clapped,
even the bitches round here will get me wit them thangs,
I'ts like being surrounded by a hundred G.I. Janes,
You know I cant forget the biggest gang of them all,
If you from the projects, I'm sure you know the red dogs,
Some go by the Jake, five~0, or Po Po,
Down here we call em twelve, why I dont know,
but I aint fuckin round wit em cause I might get popped,
wit twelve shots, from twelve glocks, fired from twelve cops,
Narcs run up on me, I took a bullet for twelve rocks?,
but I'm still a juvinile, I aint seeing a cell block,
Instead, I'm in a YDC up in bricks,
So I'm gone say fuck life, man I'm tired of this shit...

(chorus x2)
I'm tired of gettin chased by the narcs, got my back to the wall,
so I'll spray at the force and fuck runnin from their dogs,
I'ma stay in my hood, nigga fuck the law,
and anybody got a problem, man fuck you all,

I remember after that, pen and pad up in jail,
writing my rhymes, it's official, I'm goin to Hell,
cause I'm out now, runnin around like I'm Satans spawn,
thinkin I got magic powes, tellin hoes, bitch be gone,
and you'll know me cause I'll be throwin up where I'm from,
In a dirty white tee and some scuffed up Air Force 1's,
but I'm gone stay true to nature, I'm gone always be me,
cause in the hood up to twenty-three is my life expectancy,
do the math, that leaves me wit nine years to smoke a whole lot of weed,
fuck my girl on a regular, and leave a whole lot of seeds,
get drunk as can be, turn myself into a alchoholic,
when you see me tipsy walkin in the street, remember I called it
a whole lot of lines, but not enough bars to spit em,
dare any nigga to step in my way, I bet I'll rip em'
fourteen years has given me enough stress for me to write,
so instead of sayinI'm tired of it, I'm gone jus say fuck life...

(chorus till fade out)
I'm tired of gettin chased by the narcs, got my back to the wall,
so I'll spray at the force and fuck runnin from their dogs,
I'ma stay in my hood, nigga fuck the law,
and anybody got a problem, man fuck you all,