Mama raised a hellraiser why cry, That's just life in the ghetto, do or die.

Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket, Have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it Let the hoes that I used to know, from way before Kiss me from my head to my toe, Gimme a paper and pen so I can write about my life of sin, Couple bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family?

Mama raised a hellraiser why cry, That's just life in the ghetto, do or die.

If you're not dark inside and you come to this world, it'l turn you dark... and if you really have Sunshine inside you, it's not good to play in the dark. It's just gonna extinguish your fire.

I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That's bad.

Dont blame me, I was given this world, I didn't make it.