[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]