diz is a lil sumthin i know all of us think bout it can happen 2 ne of us at netime here it goes let me know how it was

Chillin in my hood hustling trying 2 make my snaps/ eliminating ne nigga tryin 2 work in my trapp/ i got 2 gats on my hips 4 da jackaz & fiends tryin 2 rob me of my riches/ i neva thought twice bout bustin at u envious bitches/
i had a brode i was sexin who work 4 da fez/ so evaday she came bacc 2 me afta workin & told me exactly wut dey said/ she told me, "4 Da Past 2 Weeks, Dey Have Been Plottin On Ways 2 Kill U, & Leave U Dead"/ So i hop in da whip, while my mind started 2 trip/ In da car i had da K wit 2 extra clips/ So i head 4 da expressway 2 try 2 plan my escape/ When their was cops swarming evawhere so my blood pressure started 2 escalate/ So i ask myself diz question out loud, "Is Dat My Fate"/ So i got stop on da city road/ Dat'z when all diz shit unfold/ So i jump out my ride & started 2 bust at dem hatin bitches/ At dat moment started 2 think all diz shit was senseless/ I could c plenty of narcs from a distance/ Den all of a certain i thought i heard sum1 call my name/ i turn around & caught 3 2 da bacc & 3 2 da necc diz shit's insane/ but i guess it'z all part of da game, & hopefully y'all r able 2 feel my pain