[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!