When I sit back   Thank to myself   How mothafuckin fucked up   The World has become   It seem like violence, is the only things us mothafuckas know now days   Every time I turn around   Everywhere I look   It's anotha mothafucka killin' anotha mothafucka   And that's some mothafuckin' fucked up shit, mothafucka (Mothafuckin right)   Murder follows me wherever I go          Just the other day   Somebody shot they school up   At least that's what I been hearing everytime I turn the news up   My momma said that there'd be shit like this   I never seen it   C'mon and hit on my blunt and reminisce   Now I ask myself   Is there a way to make it stop   A way to make the gats not pop   And is it possible   For me to live the way I need to live   For me to get what I need to get   And give all that I need to give   My situation's getting major by the second   That fool that shot his whole school up   Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)   And ain't no body even thinkin' bout it   And for that I hope that every time you sleep you have a dream about it   Up in my hood it's like a warzone   If somebody got a problem with somebody   They don't last long   I seem 'em dyin' every god damn day   And the worst thing about it   I don't think it's shit   I just say it   So a...    Every day of my life   Is like ultra man meets the sun   I need to be killin' someone   I won't go 2 days without fillin' some graves   Drag 'em in the sewers   My underground caves   I kill a bitch and then hide in my trunk   Except if they come and find me   I will cry like a punk   I just look into the camera   And say mamma I'm sorry   But it's all your fault   You never bought me Atari   Murder follows me   Everywhere that I turn   Psychopathic Rydas   Boy, we never seem to learn   I just attract mad love   Wit my black trucks and black chucks   And what's up   Since I'm strictly givin' no fucks   Murder's on my tail   I don't think I'm gonna last   I'ma leave my lip fatter   Than Rikishi ass   If I get chance   I can't resist that dance   With the devil   I'm on another level   Underneath the gravel   I'm just a thang that go bump in the night   And that bump be the back of your head off a lead pipe (a lead pipe)   I'm relaxed feelin good   Knowin' I'ma mothafuckin' menace to my neighborhood       Murder   I take it, break it down, and analyze it   Manslaughter, murder one, murder two, can't hide it   Everywhere I go somebody try and take me   Pistol out my pocket, and I cock it and make 'em history   And there I go   It's the third body today   This how I killin' mothafuckas   Won't go away   I leave trails every time I walk down the street   Bystanders hoes and dealers stretched out bloody   Leave no traces   And even the cops is paid off   Ain't tryin to see incarceration   Makes you soft   16 in the clip   One in the chamber jello   Maybe it's all in my brain   But it seems like murder follows       Shit's crazy in the ghetto   Every motha fuckin' day   A nigga on parole   Now I gotta find a way   Ta get back on my feet   Gotta call Lil' Shank up   Walkin' to the crib   Saw nigga get throat cut   Blood rushed out   As the nigga started coughin'   Ain't shit a nigga could do   I kept walkin' (damn)   Got to the crib   Then I put the call in   The homie told me meet me at 9   We get to ballin'   Get my chucks on   Headed back on the block   Got to tha corner   See anotha sucka get shot   Look like he caught heat from an AK   Semi-auto aint no escape when bullets spray   The young brotha took like six in the chest (damn)   One straight shot lay the little kid to rest   And the little girl gots ta look about ten (shit)   Somebody got to tell her I'ma never see her again       Everywhere we go from the suburbs to the hoods of the ghetto   Where the lil' niggas grow   I used to be a lil' nigga myself   And learn quick   Momma insisted that they focus on my mothafuckin' wealth   All I had was my dogs (WOOF)   And my ma's kept it tight   Tell me, "Shank do momma proud and do somthin' with ya life"   Don't waste your time tryin' to be anotha useless thug   Or locked up like your 'causein tryin' to sell some drugs   Your the only one left in this family tree   Anotha year past   Now my momma 53   And ain't a damn thing changed in my life at all   Stickin' niggas for they paper   Make my bank a cap tall   And perhaps a mothafucka catch a slug in his chest   He not a trooper   If he was, he woulda had a fuckin' vest   I ain't got time to consider   The right things to do   Besides the right thing to do don't always pay for bills and food (echoed)