Lyrics:

'Yo what's up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit. Word. Broad's still with me man, I'm comin' over the grapevine right now. Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone'
Damn, how'd I get into this scam?
Rollin' a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand
I came up from the curb, word
First thing it rocks, now my ride's packed with crazy birds
I got a freak in the front seat
She got crazy game, might even have more than me
And that's why I don't trust her, I ain't no busta
One wrong move and I'll dust her
But she knows that, keeps a gat
Works much plastic, always stays on phat
She said she loves me
Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies
She only loves my cash flow, long dough
The false love of a pimp and a ho
But me and her got a job to do
Get this luggage back to the crew
She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk
And if they speakin' about us then its jumpin off
But I ain't sweatin them at all
2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall
The lines on the highway are makin my mind drift away
To my last jail stay
5 years for a 459
I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime
Surrenderin' ain't me
Fuck that, I'm holdin court in the street G
For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce
A life filled with drug busts and shoot outs

Pure ghetto anger
Pure ghetto anger
Pure ghetto anger
I'm addicted to danger
Some nights I crash clubs
Rollin' with a posse made of well-known thugs
Cool out with the freaks
Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef
Then some niggas roll up
Lookin' for a way to pump the reps up
But I ain't the one
I'm handin out beatdowns, no need for guns
Sometimes I gotta ask myself
Is all this buck whylin good for a nigga's health?
I don't know why
Am I suicidal, do I wanna die?
The answer ain't simple
A headache throbs in my temple
It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right
It says it's goin down tonight
We finally made it to the drop spot
King & Weston Ave, snoody fox
The posse was there, but it ain't right
Fuckin police lights
Its all goin down, now roadblocks
I never seen that many cops
It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin wet up
Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime
But even in the flurry of gunshots
My adrenaline was boilin hot
I crash down on the floor of the ride
Punch the gas, drove that Benz through they punk ass
Hit Vernor doin 90
Looked in the rearview, no one behind me
I got on the phone
Called up the homies to see what went wrong
But no time to sweat that
I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat
I just need a cool place to hide
Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride
Me and the freak hit a motel crash spot
The streets was hot
Rubbed me down, said she adored me
Said the gunfire made her horny
Then she pushed me back on the bed
Licked me head to toe, toe to head
Then I closed my eyes real slowly
Is this love? No, not me
Then I felt a pain in my chest
The smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh
I looked in her face, opened my mouth
And then her badge came out