• Life without Pay, Rolling in your Chevrolet,
    With the top up, windows tinted,
    grab your gat and pop up, watch em all get shot up,
    see em all drop, oh s*** I hit a cop,
    this crazy a** s*** ain't eva gonna stop,
    from the gangs with the troubles, holding uzi 20 doubles,
    to the life of the rubble, it's bill they try to juggle,
    I just spit the truth, for all the f****** youth,
    but not the church kind, dont even listen to rhyme,
    all they hear is the beat, not the story of the street,
    bout runnin from heat, they all just,
    ignorant f****, not willing to learn about s*** they don't like,
    on the streets i got stabbed with a spike,
    so how's that for information, I swear i need medication,
    (I swear i need medication-x2)