[Sticky] Yo, yo but that *** ain't mine nigga

[copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright

[Sticky] Yo man get the *** off me

[copper] Get down on the ground, and spread em out alright

[Sticky] Yo, aight aight man!

[copper] Get the *** down on the ground man!

[Sticky] Aight man!

[copper] Now keep your ass on the floor.. [Sticky] Yo who the *** 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, *** 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 mother***ers 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 *** 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 ***

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 *** 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 ***! 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 ***! *BLAM* [Sticky narrates as a ghost]

I left behind a widow and a *** 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 *** is real to me

This *** 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, *** this world

cause this world don't understand me, I'm sick mentally

I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed with Tennessee

*** 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 Mother***ers!