text: Feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & 2Pac
  Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup
  Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
  Choppin rocks overnight
  The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
  Its a red light
  How many homies got to die tonight
  Stop the gunfight
  I can feel it
  Somebodys tryin to start up a fight
  Come on and peep game
  But ya cannot cease the blame
  And if u ask me
  Its a damn shame
  We be takin lives that we cant replace
  Over B.S. that dont make sense
  We gotta get better than this
  We started fightin at our own risk
  It was something we could resist
  Its a red light
  How many homied got to die tonight
  We had to grow dreads to change our description
  Two cops on the milk box missin
  Show they toes you know they got stepped on
  A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
  Run from the police picture that, nigga Im too fat
  I fuck around and catch a asthma attack 
  Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me
  When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze
  Summer break, my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
  Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
  From tha 5-0
  Duckin and dodgin in my survival
  The Benzo and I let off with my nine
  Im movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
  Cause in my mind all I wonder is whos next
  Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price
  He did a driveby, sixteen, now hes doin triple life
  Tell me is it me or my upbringin
  I split that dove shit
  Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands
  On tight, cause I aint givin up
  Id rather duck these motherfuckers all night
  Im runnin through the projects, beyotch
  Theyll never catch me
  Cause Im lock and trigger happy on the, seotch
  Dont say you never heard of me, til they murder me, Im a legend
  Do Thug Niggas go to heaven?
  Im rollin with the thorough heads
  We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
  I got no love for the 5-0 Im runnin from the police
  Stop the gunfight
  I can feel it
  Somebodys tryin to start up a fight
  Come on and peep game
  But ya cannot cease the blame
  And if you ask me
  Its a damn shame
  We be takin lives that we cant replace
  You got swishers in your system
  Juice up in you
  Now youre ready to get lose
  Over what he said
  Over what she said
  Now somebody gotta end up dead