Look in the mirror
We gone scream holla records (murder man)
That's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards
Ughhhhhhhh Scream its wicked out here
Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon
When you see a thug like a G screamin'
Live the life of a hustler came up on ghetto ryhmes
Seven-teen rounds for the bustas keep two for the cluckas
I got .45, nines, and gats cocked
Young homies bangin' corner signs on my block
And the average age is twenty-five
Young homies don't even live to retire
I get paid I pluck what slang ki's i got the triple gold
I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin'
P this reafer got me trippin' man the ghetto got me 'noid
I be like eyes open turnin' both of my toys
These daydreams sometimes turn to nightmares
I be tryin' shake it but it seems to be like right there
I know some homies that make fun of death short time to live good
put when its all over ??? never took him out the hood
You mess with my believes I'm comin' to get ya
Your family better have your picture cuz
They gonna miss ya, they kiss ya
One two I'm comin' for you
Three four I'm kickin' up in your door
Life it seems to be a bad dream
Scream as loud as you want
But nobody gone hear your scream