[Part I: Cops (Skit)]

[Skit: police officer & Sticky Fingaz]
Get on the floor, alright?
Yo, man, get the fuck off me
Get down on the ground and spread 'em out, alright?
Yo, aight-aight, man!
Get the fuck down on the ground, man
Aight, man!
Now keep your ass on the floor

[Part II: Conspiracy]

[Intro: Sticky Fingaz & devil]
Yo, who the fuck can I trust, man?
You can trust me, man, ha-ha
Everywhere I turn, there's danger, God!
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha
Yo, I feel like the walls is closin' in on me, man!
Ay, I am Stress
Buggin', man, arrrgh!
Yeah, I got you where I want you
Word up, man
Ha-ha
Ain't got nowhere to go, son
No you don't
[Chorus: Fredro Starr & X1]
Yo, these streets is tryin' to kill me. My best friend
Could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
This ghetto might murder me or lock me up
Twenty-five to life, throw the key
These streets is tryin' to kill me. My best friend
Could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
This ghetto might murder me or lock me up
Twenty-five to life, throw the key (Yo, yo)

[Verse 1: X1]
You know, what happens in the actions of the inner city tale
When your thoughts fail and have you scared to death biting off your fingernails
Not enough, numbers on the weight scale
Got, n***as cuttin' throat just to make sales
Even if it take the last of me, I'ma fill my pockets to capacity
Anything that tastes cash, fuck job huntin'
Put on a face mask, kid, I'm out to rob something
If you home or not, I put the chrome to your knot
One shot to the side of your face
Let me up inside of your place
Gimme the funds up out of the safe, hit the fire escape
High-divin' gates, flyin' from Jakes, I'm dyin' for pape's

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]
Yo, yo, these streets is tryin' to kill me. My best friend
Could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
This ghetto might murder me or lock me up
Twenty-five to life, throw the key
[Verse 2: Sonsee]
Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the tangled web
Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my head
So the tricolored silenced Ruger stay off-safe
To take off a face, just in case, a quiet lace
Plottin', for your knot-and, your spot-and, your block-and
Anything else, you got and, hopefully you stinkin' rotten
So eyes open, don't sleep
'Cause once you do you goin' deep, mo' money mo' heat
Police, wanna brutalize me to death
And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath
Maybe friends come wanna merk me for my Benz
And bitches that gave me skins, wanna watch my end
Cut open my chest and see my heart, pump the last
Ounce of life for livin', it's a price
'Til then, when it's over, kamikaze
Strictly, I'm takin' all you, motherfuckers, with me

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]
Yo, these streets is tryin' to kill me. My best friend
Could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
This ghetto might murder me or lock me up
Twenty-five to life, throw the key

[Verse 3: Clay The Raider]
When I die, I don't want none of my n***as to cry
Just dress me in a black suit and a black tie (C'mon)
Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky (Yeah)
No time to waste, we got the drugs in the briefcase
We stickin' up the whorehouse, we takin' everything
We want the pussies to the diamond rings
You want the sun to shine? We want the rain to pour
Afficial Nast'll put your body on the floor
(*Gun shots*)
[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz & Fredro Starr]
Oh, shit! I'm hit! I'm hit! They just shot me in the stomach!
Uhhhh! (*Gun shots*) Who want it? Who want it?
N***as tryin' to kill me and they caught me by surprise
That's when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes
My whole life I ain't never give a shit
My mentality was (*Gun reload*) get shot or gimme it
Damn, if the gun ain't jam, I woulda bust you
I don't trust my own mother, how the fuck I'ma trust you?
I did some things that I sorta regret
But I can't bring them n***as back, kid, they already wet
As a kid I went to jail, 'cause I sold crack
I'm holdin' trial in the streets, 'cause I ain't tryin' to go back
Oh, shit! What happened? Wait, now I 'member!
And where my gun? I must've dropped it when I jumped out that window
Ah, my stomach! Where them n***as? I don't see 'em
I gotta make it to the BM and try to stop this bleeding
I ain't trying to die, I got mad blood spilt
(Hey, yo! There that n***a, go kill him!) Oh shit! (*Gun shot*)
I left behind a widow and a bastard kid
The streets was tryin' to kill me—and it did

[Verse 5: Fredro Starr]
These streets is tryin' to kill me. That's why I keep
A MAC-Mil this shit is real to me, this shit is deadly
This ghetto might murder me or lock me up
For twenty five to life throw the key, I'm low key
So n***as don't notice me, a half a key is worth
More than a pound of weed, I die for my seed
Kill for my family, fuck this world
'Cause this world don't understand me, I'm sick mentally
I'm drinkin' Hennessy mixed with Tennessee
Shit is stressing me, n***as praying for the death of me
But 'til they bury me, when sixteen shots
Enter me, remember me—your worst enemy

[Outro: Fredro Starr]
Motherfuckers! Knowimsayin'