[Feat. Butch Cassidy]    ( Goldie Loc )  Damn cause this spot's gettin hot  I can't trust the paremedics or them crooked ass cops  The closest nigga to you would do you and try to screw you  Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you  And he could be the same nigga the switch  Playin all one minute but he really is a bitch  Now watch out for the twist  Here come them niggaz that was with you but they out to get rich  But you thought them niggaz would never do that  Until they came back strapped with them rat-tat-tat-tats  And it always ends up fucked up  When the innocent die it'll have yo brain stuck  It'll have yo brains stuck shit outta luck cause I'm havin bad luck  Fucked up in my younger days  Shit I'll bang you with deuces and hang you with trays  A few days back one of homies got rugged out  Damn shame all the brothers seem drugged out  One of seeds bust a bottle over the bizis head  Say it's yo fault that the otha bizis layin dead  But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back  Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat  Hoo wooda sed that it wooda helped anyway  Wit mo guns niggaz sinnin for another day  Damn cause this spots gittin hot  Damn cause this spots gittin hot  Shits gittin hectik bustin threw my windo  Think it was my homies fucked up can't realy call it do  If it was I'ma git him  He gunna hate it when it hit him  Damn cause this spot's gettin hot  I can't trust the paramedics or them crooked ass cops  The closest nigga to you wood do you and try to screw you  Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you    ( hook, Butch Cassidy )  Another day has come  How much longer will I run  I wanna have sum fun  Layin out in the sun  How much dirt have I done  My life has just begun  I sleep with my gun  My problems weigh a ton    ( Tray-Dee )  I gots to say damn the program dun up and switched  Fool I used to run with and trusted snitched  Got one time on my block straight posted  Hopin that I slip but I dip and ghosted  Told my babymama it wus drama unfoldin  I kissed all my kids den commits to strollin  Wound uptown on a hot ass block  Checkin with some chickens gettin hot ass cock  Daily Tray-Dee'll loose pursuit  But deez ho's broke and don't look to cute  So I parlay to the hard ways of jackin  Fast came to cash but the mash was crackin  I didn't I was the one to be   Kickin summary of sum wen I let em slide up under me  But God as my witness  As a G I couldn't see Dee just goin out sensless  I stayed hard hit the yard  Pull niggaz hole cards  Had em runnin to the sarge  Jail house scars tell the part you played  Livin with a snitch jackin destined for the brake  It don't pay to go soft  Cause when we catch you slippin real niggas takin off motherfuckers    ( Dee, Talkin )  And that's how we do it  Bitch ass niggaz  Out here tellin disrespectin the game  Fuckin up this realism we puttin down out here  You know what I'm sayin  Nigga need the cops to help em out  Hoe ass niggaz  Stand on ya own nigga  Live by the gun die by the gun  Nigga be a soldier    ( hook )