I know this fake ass gangsta style walkin crip wanna-be
Snortin coke, trippin ballz, loser ass, ghetto waste enemy
Forced to watch this kid die makes me sick of the shit i see
I wanna stop, kill off most of these drugs in front of me
But i know what its made for, how it makes you look
Lost, but you cant face the truth, you lost your life
You shook, this herbs got me stayin cool, no thoughts of my enemys
GEttin highs the way my life is put out in front of me
Im in denial about my life, how i once thought it'd be
So many changes dog, i lost most whats inside a me
Cant think strait, cant see strait, wheres the road
So you betta believe, speak when i see, you gonna take a chance
Cause at first glance, i spark unwillingly, makin it your last breath
Shoulda took my warning, to getta gun, and a bullit proof vest
To late, your life is said, one shot from my chamber, and ya dead.



"Little sumpin sumpin i cooked up, now eat bitch."

Ja- Frizzle original