Ft. Jon Waltz Yo… straight thugs on this side – it’s do or die to the d**h Like the terminal ill takin they last breath Read your last rites – God, forgive me for the sin I’m about to commit – takin a life k** or be k**ed, rather that than somebody else readin my will – you feel what I feel, you know the deal Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red Sleep with half closed eyelids Some say it’s strange, sometimes that’s how strange life get Go easy on the bottle, n*ggaz love to see when n*ggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler with they hand on the biscuit Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick? Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you f**in my wife on my thousand dollar mattress It’s the world that I live in, Q.B. made me A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me