Valley of the Shadow of Death

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I take a look at my life and realize

there's nothing left. Because I've been blasting and laughing so long that even

my mama thinks that my mind is gone. But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it.

Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of. You better watch

how you're talking and where you're walking. Or you and your homies might be

lined in chalk. I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc. As they croak,

I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool. I'm the kinda G the little homies

wanna be like. On my knees in the night sayin' prayers in the streetlight.