What's the defined risk
That I get to lose my mind
While your playin in the hood
And jackin others kind

Don't push my button boy
Coz this shit don't come easy
And Obe ain't here
To make that light saber look real clear

And dead didn't do it
Coz I clicked off on that swirl
Coz I ain't dead
And don't need another whirl

And if your playin in the hood
That shits up to you
But I don't see the good
Of any of that program dew

And now chronic isn't a tonic
But a masters cue
And when it ripped that shit
It just brought it back to you

The brother is the masters whore
With out a bit of grace
And you run that same road
And stick it in my face