I got my Viper ready to kill a nigga Standin in my drop with my fingers on my muthafuckin trigger, uh This shit is real in this game you gots to pack your steel I can remember sellin rocks on the fuckin hill I steady keep it cause I'm silent Because these niggas in the street All they thinkin about is violence Jackin your ass for your muthafuckin grip son I got my .9 package come get you some Niggas get large or straight ho-out But a nigga like the wicked murder will blow your brains out Leavin your ass in the gutter Everytime I look up I been approached by an undercover Tryin to make a fuckin drug trade But I'm too damn smart That's how them wickedest nigga stay his pay My homie died at a early age Since he was black he never made the front page Left a son and a pregnant wife That's just another fact in these facts of life