[Intro: DMX]
I ain't going back to jail, next time that the county or the state see me, it's gon' be in a bag
Uh
This is it, baby
End of the road, ha-ha
When you a dog
You a dog for life
You don't hear me, though
You don't hear me, though
You don't hear me, though
Come on, come on
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none
Nobody's safe from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger aching
Snatch your ass out that S-Class for faking
.44 blast, it's a bloodbath
Take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half, you get plugged here
That's just impossible
For the weak to last, now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watching you, watching me
Throwing rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G, we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
'Cause we family, for better or worse
You and I from the dirt
Used to snatch purses
So hard, it hurt to be here
And each year, I'm pouring out more beer
For deceased peers, holding fort
Police line, do not cross
They found his corpse in the loft
With the head cut off and butt naked
Homicide the crime method
Add another killer verse to the murder record
The grand finale
I ain't going back to jail, next time that the county or the state see me, it's gon' be in a bag
Uh
This is it, baby
End of the road, ha-ha
When you a dog
You a dog for life
You don't hear me, though
You don't hear me, though
You don't hear me, though
Come on, come on
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none
Nobody's safe from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger aching
Snatch your ass out that S-Class for faking
.44 blast, it's a bloodbath
Take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half, you get plugged here
That's just impossible
For the weak to last, now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watching you, watching me
Throwing rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G, we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
'Cause we family, for better or worse
You and I from the dirt
Used to snatch purses
So hard, it hurt to be here
And each year, I'm pouring out more beer
For deceased peers, holding fort
Police line, do not cross
They found his corpse in the loft
With the head cut off and butt naked
Homicide the crime method
Add another killer verse to the murder record
The grand finale
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