[Intro: Bullet & Full Clip]
Damn...
Getting to retire, man
I'ma be alright
It's fucked up
I'ma be alright
At least I got my Rydas, man
Yeah...

[Verse 1: Bullet]
There it goes, another casket dropped under
In the midst of the rain and thunder
And I wonder about dad watching his wrist
And why I didn't take that bitch
Another funeral, my night this week
Everybody and they mama catchin' slugs in the street
I know the reverend by name
He's like "Bullet, it's your turn to run to Burger King!"

[Verse 2: Cell Block]
Mama told me I had three strikes in life
When I was 18, I got a job at Mike's
Car wash, the place where the bitches be
'Til I got mad and slapped Mike and his homie
They called the peace and then they called my pops
I pissed on the vacuum in the back of the shop
And broke on out, for the cops is on my tail
[?] if a n***a always fail
[Chorus: Bullet]
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)

[Verse 3: Lil' Shank]
I could've been a doctor, maybe even a president
Instead I slang dope in a crackhouse resident
Raised in the strip by pimps and OGs
Rocked a curl with Adidas 'til the age of 13
'Til I caught me a beat for slangin' bags and such
Had every last dopehead ridin' my nuts
Felt like I was on top of the world
What a head won't do for a bag of the white girl
I had T.V's, VCR's
Stereo systems and stolen cars
More throwaways in the bottom of the river
When I was hungry, crackheads brought me dinner
I kept trump on my bankroll
If I met a fine bitch, then I'd put her on the stroll
Everything was straight 'til they raided my spot
Now a n***a on the run and the fever gettin' hot
[Chorus: Bullet]
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)

[Verse 4: Full Clip]
Where my one good last thing at?
Used to be money or hoes, now it's smack
Used to be a Ryda, heh, picture that
Now it's where the fuck my pipe for my crack?
No more hatchet Rydas got my back
Got me a Pinto, traded in my black Cadillac (Ah!)
There it go, or it seems (What?)
Until I woke up from my...

[Verse 5: Foe Foe]
Dreamin' of the money and the cars (Yeah!), hoes in the strip bars
Now I'm all alone, the product of a fallen star (Damn)
On the bottom of the barrel, lookin' for a hookup
And when it's all done, I watch everyone book up fast
Spendin' all my money, people hate my ass
And now I'm really out of cash (Damn!)
Keep your money and your friends tight, leave them hoes
Or you can wave it all bye, n***a, there it goes!
[Chorus: Bullet]
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)

[Outro: Bullet]
Oh, and one more thing
I'ma be alright though, damn
I got my Rydas with me!