[Intro]
'Cause the boys in the hood
Knowin' nothin' in life
Rest in peace Eric Wright
Let's get it

[Verse]
Fourth hour lunch with Clue, Terrance, Will, Pierre and Mike
Stew and Bullock, back when me and Gopher had to share a slice
Used to have fear of flights, scrubbin' my toothbrush on a pair of Nikes
The strap with my shank for n***as scared to fight
Who love to carry knifes
They always warned me what came with the murder game
And rest assured me that it carry life
For that Columbus run, I had been through Gary twice
Twenty Joe Montanas touchin' down on my Jerry Rice
Eighty in my secret garden, I tuck the Barry White
Look like a tomato in my cup, mixed with Cherry Sprite
Somethin' like Fredo in the cut, that's a scary sight
Had that man afraid to look up, these n***as scared of heights
Lord, if I go to Hell, can I still wear my ice?
And if I did, just let me take my strig and a pair of dice
Told my mama, "Don't pray for me, pray for these parasites"
We pray for Paris, now we on the terrace out in paradise
Where we at?