Havin' thoughts in my mind is my man gon' die?
As I frantically run towards 50 spot
I panicky peep like fifty cops
It was blue & whites, DT's and homicide
With yellow tape locked off on both sides
With four-fifth shells on the floor
And DT's ringin' doorbells, goin door to door
Yo I'm stressed out, smokin' bogie after bogie
Duckin' the sarge cause the sarge fuckin know me
I jumped in Jeep truck and got a mac to spit
And we did about a buck cause Mary Mack I lit
At the time, I started thinkin' back some shit
How we used to sling crack and stack our chips
With Kev, P-Low, Big Jewel the Kid
And my man 50 used to smack a bitch
And the good and the bad on the 1-3-4
And them hoes that we had on the Cash Money tour
Now I'm at the hospital, stop daydreamin'
All I see is 5-5-1 and there's beefin'
Baby moms is screamin', whole family grievin'
But the word is, that my man's still breathin'
I dropped to my knees and I thanked the Lord
And got a long shit list all across the board
Motherf... {*ends*}