Motherfuckers caught me slippin I hate that bitch

Dayton for life gangsta love

I gotta go back there I gotta go back fuck that punk shit

[Shoestring]

I'm makin preperations to return to 79th and Halstead

I came to perform but bled instead

Infiltrated by enemies tryin to paint me red

I discovered the true essence of a Vicky loo

Quick to mob when odds are 70 to 2

It was a setup I figured but you was designated

To get me wet up by niggas with triggers nickle plated

I was blinded but reminded when we arrived

Saw the five up in the sky, it blew my high

Never noticed I was the victim in this deadly plot

Surrounded by wanna be killas on Satan's block

They sent the Lexus to the liquor store to get some blunts

Never knowing I'll be wearing bruises from this shit for months

But four coppers turned around standin at the door

Feel the fire is what he said and surrounded the store

Takin my soul I'm a gangsta they had me trippin

Thoughts in my head of Halstead, they caught me slippin

Never again to be caught on the receiving end

Dayton Ave and Halstead let the games begin