Black shade over my window
So no light get through
I'm happy sitting in my dark room
I'm bout to roll a blunt soon
Smoke it with the homies
We clearing out all the phonies
I'm type to ride up on a ponyta
Use flame charge right at ya
I'm burn you to crisp
All the fools hollering crips
Need to get a grasp of reality
All the fools shouting blood
Must've smoked some laced bud
It don't matter they're all gonna fall
And all you gonna hear is a thud
Cop or thug
They all bleed the same
Label me as insane
Tell everyone I'm in gang
Diamond Street Mafia
We the one that be robbin ya
I ain't talking Night Wing
But when the sun set I become a fiend
So yes indeed it is true
I wanna go down in history
I want future generations to know about me
I might just a**a**inate
The president so tell me
What do you think, mate?
If I get caught there's no release date
Oh well I don't care
Either way ima go to hell