Didn't hav a
muther or father,
turn to Gangs 4 luv & family.
Now I'm caught up in tha
street warz selling K's
& makin G's.
Whippin in da Lex,
writing phat cheks.
Mah G'z gotz it all
money, power, & Respect.
This is mah story as i see it flash by,
While the cold metal is pumpin mah chest,
the doctors are tryin their best.
Flat Line nuthin else ta stress,
bullet to the dome
guess i'll follow the
bright white light
home.