my dog slipped the pistol grip,

blasted caught him in his back and now im rappin in front a this casket

now you cant touch this, well, this world is cold, my word is good as gold homies claim they homies but they phonies cuz they fold

now as its told, stroll with me down another life, hold on tight

cuz the brightest day is your darkest night

look to the right as you see around me or pursue you

they was pointin like they knew you, they just jackers tryin to do you

wait a minute, let you grab your get em up of me,

cuz aint no killin you softly

you peep they deep,

so now you gotta meets where they put em to sleep

you pulls out proof of yo decease, and wish your enemies rest in grief

that took your homies' life away from him like a thief

ive been to, if not worse, the same places

and conversate with killers on a first name basis

i be like word up Mike, word up, Bibles handed,

John word up, Towers handed, Chef and whats up Ron

see dont get yourself caught up in this game

cuz this game'll give you a number and snatch away your name

but the world keeps turnin

and im on keep preachin

and the Double Gs is deacons at the ghetto sermon