[Sticky] Yo  yo but that shit ain't mine nigga
 [copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright
 [Sticky] Yo man get the fuck off me
 [copper] Get down on the ground  and spread em out alright
 [Sticky] Yo  aight aight man!
 [copper] Get the fuck down on the ground man!
 [Sticky] Aight man!
 [copper] Now keep your ass on the floor..

 [Sticky] Yo who the fuck 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, fuck 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 motherfuckers 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 SHIT 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 shit
 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 FUCK 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 SHIT! 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 shit! *BLAM*

 [Sticky narrates as a ghost]
 I left behind a widow and a bastard 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 shit is real to me
 This shit 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, fuck this world
 cause this world don't understand me, I'm sick mentally
 I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed with Tennessee
 Shit 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

 Motherfuckers