For all my low life thug niggas,   For all my niggas in the hood,   Livin the life of a ghetto star,   Ha ha ha Makavelli,     Just holla my name   And witness game official   Niggas is so shame   They stare stiff like scared bitches   While I remain inside a paradox   Gone my block   Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop   I hit the weed   And hope to god I can fly high   Witness my enemies   Die when I ride by   Ita's shit to try   Send they bodies to they parents up north   With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off   Fuck em all what I scream as I dream