Motherfuckers caught me slippin I hate that bitch   Dayton for life gangsta love   I gotta go back there I gotta go back fuck that punk shit   [Shoestring]   I'm makin preperations to return to 79th and Halstead   I came to perform but bled instead   Infiltrated by enemies tryin to paint me red   I discovered the true essence of a Vicky loo   Quick to mob when odds are 70 to 2   It was a setup I figured but you was designated   To get me wet up by niggas with triggers nickle plated   I was blinded but reminded when we arrived   Saw the five up in the sky, it blew my high   Never noticed I was the victim in this deadly plot   Surrounded by wanna be killas on Satan's block   They sent the Lexus to the liquor store to get some blunts   Never knowing I'll be wearing bruises from this shit for months   But four coppers turned around standin at the door   Feel the fire is what he said and surrounded the store   Takin my soul I'm a gangsta they had me trippin   Thoughts in my head of Halstead, they caught me slippin   Never again to be caught on the receiving end   Dayton Ave and Halstead let the games begin