It's all your fault, Al (uh uh, uh)

It's all...

Where we at?

Bo Jackson, let's get it (ay, 227)

Can't none of y'all mirror me back (at all)

Back to them ol' feel and run boys steerin' the at (uh huh)

Ain't have a quarter for a gumball out the machine (flat broke)

Was choppin' up them 8-balls with a house full of fiends (let's get it)

Run in and out, then I pull off

Once I count up the cream (it's all here)

Got Uncle Whoadie takin' calls while I round up the beans (iceman)

Want all the blues and the orange, my **** so Detroit (hell block)

Taj Mahal told me pull up, he said he on the course

A smoker came with thirty bucks, gave her a skimpy dime

Told auntie "Hurry the fuck up", she took her sweet time

I pulled off 'fore she made it on

She was takin' too long (where we at?)

Jalisa came at me with nine, gave her two stones (be right back)

For bein' patient, she hate waitin', I hate takin' shorts (I does)

Woke up this morning off the drank, shit had me late for court (drugs)

Four fives and two sixes, dude up, VA no sport (uh huh)

That's two pints, add it up, my **** drinkin' quarts (what else?)

On hell block, still in the flame, don't make me blast the torch

My PO parked up at my crib, she say I ain't report

Got me depressed

Murder is a tough thing to digest

30 with the green beam, thuggin' in the projects

Learned to keep them killings clean, had to cover my steps

Kept them Bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the 'net

Streets is watchin'

Murder is a tough thing to digest

It's a slow process, so before you take cuts in that line

Murder is a tough thing to digest

Yeah, you know the rest

Eye to the sky, got my head up in the cloud (yeah)

Can hear the concrete crack soon as I step foot on the ground

I been up and runnin', only six to rep my ****

With enough shooters to round up and shut the city down

With ten 47s, ain't no question, we did them **** foul

Heavy press, my **** plow, better catch up with your crowd

Grew up around gorillas, dope dealers and young wild ****

My hitters, they're game with this shit, y'all **** clout killers

It's concreatures, two-way

Tu sei, siete, rockin piete from the UK on the expressway (where we at?)

On my way to the next play, bumped into Jefe

He went up on the ticket

Plus this shit look like it's played with (what's this?)

Spotty in the middle, off-white

Without no shine to it (why this shit look like this?)

Was somethin' like a piano, I had to fine-tune it (uh)

Honor student from the university of crime school (crime U)

Your baby mama used to move the work for me and find blues

Five rules that you must abide when you in the mob (gang)

Never break the oath, bend or fold, never steal or rob

From the La Famil', cross the fam, take it up with God

This mafia shit so for real, I had to pay my time

Don't you want to hear my last words?

I just did

'Chemist, let's get it

Murder is a tough thing to digest

30 with the green beam, thuggin' in the projects

Learned to keep them killings clean, had to cover my steps

Kept them Bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the 'net

Streets is watchin'

Murder is a tough thing to digest

It's a slow process, so before you take cuts in that line

Murder is a tough thing to digest