Verse 1 (D.C.P)         Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack from   dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smoke   bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy when   you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the sky streets   infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right dog   you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now jezabel got you   lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear of God   what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue beretta hit the   club in somthing better just to show off your ice 38 on your waist in the   back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me if I have   to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rush      Chorus   End results ya'll its coming for ya   Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow up   We never learn that's why many forever burn   Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your turn      Verse 2 (D.C.P.)   Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl built   like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be careful about   these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a small 22   she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades spinning like   propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta yellin   hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you feel   something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she done   pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack thugs   jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took everything   to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right along with   the two chicks mouth wide open like he been yawning thinking i can't   beleive this i don't deserve this yes you do if you be living wrong these   are the results of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living long   now you pack more heat took back the four feet bullet proof the black   fleet ride no less than four deep boy it's real in this hood of reaping   and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head over dough      Chorus      Verse 3 (L.G. Wise)   Trapped on the block driving lex and coops iced up in the hood with your   soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now tell me how could it   be little kids selling crack lying dead on dese streets it's messed up when   you think your only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail so we   can't even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make cream wanna   cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these cats gone   say da name of my Lord spitting violence over beats got babies caught   in the war and they lost not understanding what they doing it for got   these judges throwing the books and closing the doors no more time with   they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny used to say when   it rains it pours hustle to break bread just so you can stay fed next   thing a closed casket cause they blowed off your head      Chorus