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