[Intro]

[Chorus: Buckshot]
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed
Ridin', ridin, steamer, got a bag, now I'm flat, chiefin' out
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed
Ridin', ridin, steamer, got a bag, now I'm flat, chiefin'—

[Verse 1: Buckshot, DJ Zirk, Primo]
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n***a Buckshot
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n***a Buckshot
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n***a Buckshot
Everybody's at the way to lose, what's my n***as fate?
N***a been gettin' they fuckin' blast on since the year of '88
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n***a Buckshot
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n***a Buckshot
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n***a Buckshot
Everybody's at thе way to lose, what's my n***as fate?
N***a been gettin' thеy fuckin' blast on since the year of '88
[Bridge:]

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone & Project Pat]
But eyes wide open
And I'm scopin' while I'm tokin' this potent shit we rollin'
Tokin' like that Cali green, or that Miami weed
Prefer my trees no stem, no seeds
Or that Miami weed
Prefer my trees no stem, no see—
(Pat-ah, eww)

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
I keep it two hundred like a pass and go
See, this Dope Era bigger than a fashion show
Snortin' powder, nose runnin', he ain't have a cold
Access denied 'cause he ain't had the code
Old money and he died, he ain't have the dough
Young n***a like, "Man, what you smashin' on?"
Old n***a like, "Damn, who you flashin' on?"
Old versus young and they clashin', bro
Laughin', though, daddy asked me to pass the rope
Bread I'm stayin' after, bro
Life and death, but what's after, bro?
Readin' this, unimaginable, in fact I'm on the go, no Manigault
N***a like, "Damn, who you flashin' on?"
Old verse young and they clashin', bro
[Verse 4: Project Pat]
We done sold a bag to his partner, now he lookin' hot
Raisin' up a pistol, dawg and n***a started blastin'
I returned the favor, you know, me no questions askin'
Donuts in the lot, the n***as pulled off, we got blocked in
I hopped out the car, seen the police and threw the Glock in
To the garbage can, they didn't see me but they caught a n***a with them three bags, Gangsta fred with his steel—
Ninety days at the Penna farm (That ain't shit)

[Outro]