for the brothers at my side i'd be willin to die

getting high all the time i'd be willin to die

we keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime

for whats left of my life i'd be willin to die

i been dying to try see this look in my eye

first lesson in the street cant compete with me

lookin hard little gangsta making me look over my shoulder

bumpin a range rover with the bulletproof glass

had to get that hook up some things in my past

bound to catch up to me man i might not last

makin suckas bleed lean out the window and blast

don't try to sneak up man i think too fast

i hope they come undercover man ill say self defense

looking at my life i cant claim innocence

it came and it went much money been spent

many wigs been bent back and twisted with the lethal

times up game over aint no sequel

aint no such thing as evil its do or die

gangsta hustler a piece of the pie

for the brothers at my side i'd be willin to die

getting high all the time i'd be willin to die

we keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime

for whats left of my life i'd be willin to die

ever since i was a shorty on the corner drinking 40's

clockin mathematics movin weight like an addict

had my boys posted up stoop one and two

if some chickens walk by scoop two or one

take out the back and then show em my gun

ice around my neck make you blind from the sun

what kind a high you need?

ill let you try some son

so many enemies anyone could be one

come and try if you wanna die

ill make you wonder why i ride if i wanna ride

kill you by the bedside don't you see im dead right

see the one that make the lead fly down at midnight

sneakin up on suckas if you aint got the cash

say something son beat that ass with a flashlight

run sucka run im the one with ammunition

dumb sucka dumb you got the wrong intuition

for the brothers at my side i'd be willin to die

getting high all the time i'd be willin to die

we keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime

for whats left of my life i'd be willin to die

come on and try

if you wanna die

make you wonder why

i ride if i wanna ride

kill you by the bedside

don't you see im dead right

im the one that make the lead fly

down at midnight

for the brothers at my side i'd be willin to die

getting high all the time i'd be willin to die

we keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime

for whats left of my life i'd be willin to die