Bitch, we hang in the dark where the devil them play Where an angel can't pray, don't nobody get saved Where you rot in the flames, ain't nobody there to blame For the shame for the pain for the way that they made you Stuck up in a rage from the hate that they gave you Threw dirt on your name for the game Like a lame they done played you You look at all this shade that they gave you You look at what they made you Stuck up in a bad mood Runnin' up on me that's a bad move Bleed with a choppa that's bad nеws Tell 'em don't speak unless I ask you And when these bullets spit they ain't gon pass you Pussy they gon bash through Have a bitch trippin like she past due Turn another opp into a tattoo Ghetto mothafucka 'til they back loose Still pull that Glock out and blast dude Left that body still like a statue bleed