[Boots]

I'm risin like the vapors from the dank

Fuck the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank

What you thank? Walk the plank, is my motherfuckin attitude

Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin

to the latitude, actin rude can get you blown up, to'n up

But these teeny-boppers ain't gon' live to be a grown up

My motherfucker done got hisself into a spot

I got this nine, but it jam on every fifth shot

If we gon' do this, we could this, but I'm trippin off

the factor that these bastards put me through this

Nuttin ass tricks, gangin up on my homie

Now I gots to do some shit, to leave yo' kids lonely

The level of my life should be higher

Told E-Roc to jump in, and get up out the line of fire

Made a three point turn, as the three joints burned

off they lips, actin hard wit they face held firm

Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk

You got a gat, I got a gat - now is you requestin funk?

They said no, E-Roc yelled,