[Intro]

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

[Verse 1]

Crime scene, coppers and sirens

Helicopters and high beams, the tensions is rising

Fiends keeping the pipe clean

This is what life means, a dollar and a dream

Everybody wants nice things

The kid was only nineteen, hole in his chest now

He's fighting, for his last breath

He's seeing death, it's frightening

The grip on the ghetto is tightening

You try to do the right thing? They do you just like King

Now I can hear the night scream, sirens and light beams

Popping off bad shots, hitting people that they ain't mean to pop

The neighborhood’s in shock, block extremely hot

Another Black teen shot, that’s dull routine to cops

Make sure they got good grades, work the minimum wage

Now he’s laying on that stretcher, with nothing in him to save

Keep the ghetto, in whatever ghetto you at

Just don’t love the ghetto, cause the ghetto don’t love you back

You don’t live until you’ve made your first million

And top models wanna have your children

I thought I told you Wu Tang is for the children

Way before rap moved crack in your building

Yeah, now what’s the price of rice in China?

These women trying to raise the price on their vagina

Me? I’m trying to live the life and get the grind up

Like Diddy, but I ain’t trying to give the shine (Shyne) up

Poppa, pop-off no question, ya’ll dirty, like it raw, (no protection)

When the kid hold court, no objection

Meth needed money at the door, no exception

I go hard in the paint on a rapper

I go harder on a pussy no Viagra

You think I’m tripping, ain’t into tricking

But I keep a snow bunny in the kitchen

I’m the master like Killa