[Sticky] Yo, yo but that shit ain't mine nigga
  [copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright
  [Sticky] Yo man get the fuck off me
  [copper] Get down on the ground, and spread em out alright
  [Sticky] Yo, aight aight man!
  [copper] Get the fuck down on the ground man!
  [Sticky] Aight man!
  [copper] Now keep your ass on the floor..
  
  [Sticky] Yo who the fuck can I trust man?
  [devil] You can trust me man
  [Sticky] Everywhere I turn there's danger God!
  [devil] Ah-hahahaha
  [Sticky] Yo I feel like the walls is closin in on me man!
  [devil] Ay, I am Stress
  [Sticky] Buggin man.. ARRRRGH!
  [devil] Yeah, I got you where I want you
  [Sticky] Word up man
  [devil] Hehehe
  [Sticky] Ain't got nowhere to go Son
  [devil] No you don't
  
  Yo
  
  Chorus: Onyx
  
  These streets is tryin to kill me
  My best friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
  This ghetto might murder me, or lock me up
  Twenty-five to life, throw the key
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse One: X-1
  
  Yo, yo
  You know what happens in the actions of the inner city tale
  When your thoughts fail and have you scared to death
  biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight scale
  Got, niggaz cuttin throat just to make sales
  Even if it take the last of me I'ma fill my pockets to capacity
  Anything that takes cash, fuck job huntin
  Put on a face mask kid, I'm out to rob sum'in
  If you home or not, I put the chrome to your knot
  One shot to the side of your face, let me up inside of your place
  Gimme the funds up out of the safe
  Hit the fire escape, high-divin gates
  Flyin from Jakes, I'm dyin for paint
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Two: Sonsee
  
  Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the tangled web
  Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my head
  So the tricolored silenced Rugar stay off safe
  To take off a face, just in case, a quiet lace
  Plottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, your block-and
  anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you snake and rotten
  So eyes open, don't sleep
  Cause once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat
  Police, wanna brutalize me to death
  And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath
  Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my beans
  And bitches that gave me skins, wanna watch my end
  Cut open my chest, and see my heart
  pump the last ounce of life -- for livin, it's a price
  Til then, when it's over, kamikaze
  Strictly, I'm takin all you motherfuckers with me!
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Three: Clay the Raider, Sticky Fingaz
  
  When I die, I don't want none of my niggaz to cry
  Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie
  Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky
  No time to waste, we got the drugs in the briefcase
  We stickin up the whorehouse, we takin everything
  We want the pussies to the diamond rings
  You want the sun to shine? We want the rain to pour
  Official Nast' to put your body on the floor
  *BLAM BLAM* *BLAM*
  
  OH SHIT I'M HIT! I'M HIT! They just shot me in the stomach!
  UNNNGGGGGGHHHHH! *BLAM BLAM BLAM* *BLAM BLAM* Who want it who want it?
  Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught me by surprise
  That's when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*
  
  [Sticky changes to a narrator voice]
  My whole life I ain't never give a shit
  My mentality was *clip cocked into gun* get shot or gimme a gam
  If the gun ain't jam, I woulda bust you
  I don't trust my own mother, how the FUCK I'ma trust you?
  I did some things that I sorta regret
  But I can't bring them niggaz back kid they already wet
  As a kid I went to jail cause I sold crack
  I'm holdin trial in the streets cause I ain't tryin to go back
  
  [Sticky switches back to panicked voice]
  Oh SHIT! What happened?! Wait, now I 'member!
  And where my gun??! I musta dropped it when I jumped out that window
  *broken glass* Ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz I don't see em
  I gotta make it to the B-M, and try to stop this bleeding
  I ain't trying to die, I got mad blood spilt
  ("Aiyyo there that nigga go! Kill him!") Oh shit! *BLAM*
  
  [Sticky narrates as a ghost]
  I left behind a widow and a bastard kid
  The streets was tryin to kill me, and it did
  
  Verse Four/Modified Chorus: Fredro Starr
  
  These streets is tryin to kill me
  That's why I keep a Mac-Mil this shit is real to me
  This shit is deadly, this ghetto might murder me
  or lock me up for twenty five to life throw the key, I'm low key
  So niggaz don't notice me, a half a key is worth
  more than a pound of weed, I die for my seed
  Kill for my family, fuck this world
  cause this world don't understand me, I'm sick mentally
  I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed with Tennessee
  Shit is stressing me, niggaz praying for the death of me
  But til they bury me
  When sixteen shots enter me
  Remember me your worst enemy
  
  Motherfuckers!