This ain't no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash
   But the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast
   Nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum
   Nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum
   Nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos
   Everyone tries be packin' to suspense to
   Like robert ludlum
   And every cupid proclaims that he shoots it
   And front with a stunt to move - troop it
   All portray, quick to say
   That they're hard all the way
   But he play seems to fade
   When they have price to pay
   Well I know so brother who buck you down for nothin'
   Listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a little something
  
   Some chitchat, some pull a gat for that
   Some chitchat, some pull a gat for that
  
   One day I had to witness this sort of heavy riff
   It seemed like a trip
   How they moved that quick
   This pitiful vic never knew what hittem
   Glock on the temple
   Make the dome just drip some blood
   Sure he was a young blood, physical prime and fit
   And the whole neighbourhood shook heads negative
   But he had it comin', ending stiff
   Later on I figured out motormouth
   Talkin' loud, now stonecold on the ground
   Turnin' blue, these bodies do
   But not because of shame
   Talkin' untamed 'bout some name
   Make your family mourn your name
   So some don't start lookin'
   When some words are spoken
  
   Once again, I ain't the one who pulls all the stunts
   Low pro, this I know
   Calmer than one on the blunt
   Never do what I'm told
   And my head I hold
   Then again I'm prepared for the man who acts bold
   And my folks they know I love the glock
   But I ain't packin' for luck
   'Cos then I'm stuck
   The way you live is the way you die
   Some food for thought, for ego bigheads who fly too high
   And the brothers at the gym
   Well they know gat on the lap, selfesteem grows
   But I keep it as a secret, don't really live by the trigger
   Just figure when you chat about that
   Life ends much quicker