"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life, and realize there's nothing left Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long actually Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it We be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how you're talking, and where you're walking Or you and your homies might be lying in chalk I really hate the chips, but I got a low As they cook I see myself in the pistol smoke I'm the kind of dude a little homies want"