Verse 1: [Willie D]
 As I roll through the motherfucking inner city
 27 years and the block still looks shitty
 The mayor put his picture on my fence
 Promised us a lot of shit and I ain't seen that bitch since
 I'm bout to do a Frank Nitty
 Cause the potholes fucking up the shocks on my new Chevy
 Gotta Malcolm X 'em like Spike Lee
 Cause they taking niggas in the hood lightly
 Politicians just use black folks
 They only come around when they want a motherfucking vote
 And ain't no sense in you going to city hall catching fevers
 You stand a better chance seeing Jesus
 So I got me a plan
 Steal me a Astrovan and take the law into my own hands
 And I ain't going out talking to them hoes
 (What's your objective?)
 I'm putting blood on they clothes
 Cause they don't respect niggas
 Until we start shaking they ass and pulling triggers
 And that's a Goddamn fact
 Now what you so-called hard motherfuckers know about that?

 Chorus: [Melanie McGee]
 I wonder why life's a bitch, then you die
 Same thing that makes you laugh makes you cry
 Why judge that bro, cause you reep what you sowe
 What goes around, come around, now you know

 Verse 2: [Sho]
 Little miss Jackie, she got turned out
 Fucking with that glass dick
 Little miss Jackie, she turning tricks
 She putting her mouth on everybody dick
 Hey yo Jackie, finest little thing in 12th grade
 Jazzy haircut, Anita Baker fade
 But I couldn't get the play or the time of day
 Cause in life we was headed in opposite ways
 While she was trying to reach the top
 I was slanging rocks, drinking brew and dodging crooked cops
 Used to give her my all
 And every day in school a nigga got dissed in the halls
 But it didn't take long for me to find
 Every dog can't chew on every bone
 Then some time went by
 I heard through the grapevine, little Jackie was getting high
 This I just couldn't believe
 Not Jackie, miss most likely to succeed
 One day rolling up the cut
 I seen this fiend, pants all in her butt
 I'm thinking to myself that's a shame
 I stopped at the light she called out my real name
 Stuck her head in my window said she needed help
 I looked it was Jackie 'what you did to yourself?'
 The devil ain't nothing but crack
 That bitch small as a tic tac
 What you know about that?

 Chorus

 Verse 3: [Willie D]
 Now let's talk about Craig, a jockey and a dopehead
 >From the time he could walk little Craig was misled
 He had a freeloading stepdaddy, mama was a hoe
 She sold her ass to take care of that Negro
 He used to pimp her, and make her give him every cent
 (And peep this, made her own kids pay rent)
 Craig started jacking, bringing every dollar home
 Got a gun and a screwdriver, fool got his hustle on
 Crank your shit in a second
 (And if you walk up on him, you better draw your weapon
 Cause he'll put you to rest, and rest you quick
 And wouldn't lose sleep) Not one single bit
 Then he met this girl who became his wife
 Bought a car and a crib, started a new life
 'Til one day, riding with his family
 He saw this nigga that he fucked back in the game, gee
 He threw some dirt, the nigga threw it back
 Dressed his family in black
 Now what you know about that?

 Chorus