Dangerous Minds

What should i tell them? If they dont want to die remember to knock?

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left Cause I've been blastin and laughing so long that Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone

I really hate to trip, but I gotta lope As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool I'm the kinda G that little homies wanna be Like on my knees in the night Sayin' prayers in the street light

But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it May be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how you talking, and where you walking Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk