Ah shit, I'm sick of niggas jumpin' up with choppers. Runnin' for your shit, tryin' to make another nigga stop ya. But it's on cause you up against a real nigga.
These are the last days, settle in. Look at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in. They bustin' metal and ain't got remorse for the innocent. It's just another nigga in the morgue.
I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine. I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time. I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine. I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time.
Once upon a time at the Honeycomb hideout. Sugarbear and Mikey sat alone gettin' fried out. Lucky walked in with this nigga name Rice Grain. Pulled out a knot and conjured up a dice game.