I don't know where I'm going to, but selling dope is the only thing I know how to do.

Everybody can live like me, don't you know?

I'm deep up in the game, I can't sleep at night.

And mama playing because she know her boy ain't living right.

And when I die they say I'm going out by the gun smoke.

Cause I refuse to be brought up in this ghetto.

See I be dripping on life cause life's a damn trip.

And when I leave the house you know I'm carrying an extra clip.

See in the 90's things and dope don't change.

I never thought I'd grow up to be the dope man.

But in reality I guess I damn lost it all.

Cause just the other day I put my brother name on the wall.

Rest in peace, yeah they done killed MG.

I know one day somebody gonna try to kill a peak.

And if they do, I guess it was my time to go.

But if they miss you'll be reading about some dead folks.

In other words, can you feel me?

And if you from my hood, you know the ghetto's trying to kill me.

The ghetto's trying to kill me.

They might send me to the pen but doing time that don't scare me.

The ghetto's trying to kill me.

They might send me to the pen but doing time that don't scare me.

I'm selling dope and my baby mama she want me to quit.

But I can't cause the gang give me dividends.

See in the game, hell of my partners they depend on me.

So when I go out, I'm going out like my dead homie.

Forty G's, two keys in the crack house.

Puffles on my drawer, you know the peak don't smash out.

Never trust nobody, can't even trust my chick.

And when my kids grow up, they know their dad is a lunatic.

Drive -bys in the ghetto happen all night long.

Call me Master P, killer call me Ogopon.

Cause when I die, they probably won't remember me.

But while I'm here, the marks know they can't fade the peak.

You'll see it later when you're messing with this dope clique.

But if you run up on the peak, you'll get your wig split.

For the jealous suckers, that's out to kill me.

I'm a reverse the game, partner.

Can you feel me?

The ghetto's trying to kill me.

They might send me to the pen but doing time that don't scare me.

The ghetto's trying to kill me.

They might send me to the pen but doing time that don't scare me.

The ghetto's trying to kill me.

They might send me to the pen but doing time that don't scare me.

The ghetto's trying to kill me.

They might send me to the pen but doing time that don't scare me.

Yo, partner, you see in my hood, you gotta stay strapped.

24 -7, food, buses, cash.

We win the game or out the game.

But if you don't know the game, you better learn the game.

You might turn off smoke.

I lost two bucks within a year and I can't even cope.

I try to go straight but I still end up selling dope.

Reminiscing upon my childhood and it ain't the same.

I never thought my occupation would be the dope game.

Two keys a day, you never seen so much coke.

Three o 'clock up in the morning, chopping up dope.

Reaching for my gat as soon as I hear the slightest noise.

Just come from a funeral and it got me paranoid.

Having fun but thought it's food, I smoke with my gat.

He living, if he's real, he'll be coming back.

But if I'm going out, I'm going out with a bang.

Something's jealous, touch that shit, riding on them banks.

Having visions, or how am I gonna die, G?

Will I die up in this game or die in my sleep?

That's why I packed a piece, y 'all still feel me.

I ain't paranoid, I know the ghetto's trying to kill me.

The ghetto's trying to kill me.

They might send me to the pen, we're doing time.

That don't scare me.

The ghetto's trying to kill me.

They might send me to the pen, we're doing time.

That don't scare me.

The ghetto's trying to kill me.

They might send to the pen, we're doing time.

That don't scare me.

The ghetto's trying to kill me.

They might send me to the pen, we're doing time.

That don't scare me.

And like my partner Tushar said,

get in where you're fitting.

But just remember, life is too short, boo.