by As I run through the alley at the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left
Cause they've been blasting and laughing so long,
That even my mama thinks that my line is gone
But I ain't never bowled a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk you know that's how it is
I better watch how they're talking and where they're walking
Or I and my homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta knock
As they stroke, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G no little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night saying prayers in the parklight
Been spending most my life, living in the batsmen's paradise
Been spending most my life, living in the batsmen's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the batsmen's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the batsmen's paradise