[Produced by Madlib] ''Blood gushing, I think I hear sirens'' [Verse 1] Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat Smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street Let's jack this n***a cause he got some sh** we can't afford Another day in Gary, 'nother couple n***as in the morgue He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats n***as wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip All the bullets that got my name on 'em still in the clip Life's a b**h, I was a virgin, hope she let me f** Pray I miss before a n***a bust his last nut Homie '84 got the same rims that mine had Freddie jumped up in it like freshman year with the dime bags I started small time, dope game, c**aine Pulling stick ups to the n***a from a no name Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name Gibbs, n***a [Interlude]