text: Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
  Crime scene, coppers and sirens
  Helicopters and high beams, the tensions is rising
  Fiends keeping the pipe clean
  This is what life means, a dollar and a dream
  Everybody wants nice things
  The kid was only nineteen, hole in his chest now
  Hes fighting, for his last breath
  Hes seeing death, its frightening
  The grip on the ghetto is tightening
  You try to do the right thing? They do you just like King
  Now I can hear the night scream, sirens and light beams
  Popping off bad shots, hitting people that they aint mean to pop
  The neighborhood’s in shock, block extremely hot
  Another Black teen shot, that’s dull routine to cops
  Make sure they got good grades, work the minimum wage
  Now he’s laying on that stretcher, with nothing in him to save
  Keep the ghetto, in whatever ghetto you at
  Just don’t love the ghetto, cause the ghetto don’t love you back
  You don’t live until you’ve made your first million
  And top models wanna have your children
  I thought I told you Wu Tang is for the children
  Way before rap moved crack in your building
  Yeah, now what’s the price of rice in China?
  These women trying to raise the price on their vagina
  Me? I’m trying to live the life and get the grind up
  Like Diddy, but I ain’t trying to give the shine up
  Poppa, pop-off no question, ya’ll dirty, like it raw, 
  When the kid hold court, no objection
  Meth needed money at the door, no exception
  I go hard in the paint on a rapper
  I go harder on a pussy no Viagra
  You think I’m tripping, ain’t into tricking
  But I keep a snow bunny in the kitchen
  I’m the master like Killa