[Macadoshis]
  It was a dope spot from y'all
  One on one strappin'
  That's the way it was when the four of us was strappin'
  I'm a fuckin' class from the Gs in the hood
  Puttin' worth, did some dirt
  Now a snitch never would
  Blowin' fat jag blunts with my nigga P
  Growin' up
  Time comin' back sippin Henessey
  We said we seniors are old
  And I felt like a god man bitch
  And i had my pickup '85 bitch
  And my family was known to be great
  See Syke Moore representin' no matter who sets it on
  Street power
  Why you niggas flip and you thug shit
  I be by my motherfuckin' grip
  Numba nos
  Cause we three million minds
  Remember that
  Damn its a shame
  But still I'm in the game
  I'm tryin to get street fame
    [chorus]
    [Syke]
  Don't blame my mama
  Don't blame my daddy
  I know they wish they never had me
  In and out of jail by 12
  Failing out of school
  Cause I was livin' by the street rules
  Hangin with hoes
  Droppin dawgs as a little loot
  I was gettin my respect but i was still rude
  Into the game and slang
  Into the cocaine
  With 'em double ups
  We slangin them whole things
  Hey I just told my mail man
  You hangin like a bail
  And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail
  Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control
  Motherfuckers gossip and I still roll
  Bitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vit
  They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit
  So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust
  Get your score fresh
  Bitch made niggas know not to fuck with us
  Cause I'm livin on the edge
  I'm blastin lead
  Wanted by the feds they got to take me dead
  So fuck it try to work it in the inner city
  In the land of no pity
  I made it by the street fame
    [chorus]
    [Rated R]
  Super storm made it by street fame
  I had to make some people feel the pain
  In this dirty game
  I know I'm on my way to hell
  Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smoked
  The hood that took me under
  A nigga gots the heart
  Don't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's score
  I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me
  That's the love you get from your drug for you pootie
  It works, see?
  I'm a G
  Would a gang of niggas have to reach and appeal me
  Cause I smoked their homey
  Well don't feel proud
  Cause around here thats what makes it worse
  I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off them
  They don't stop
  Through my casket drop-top let me ride
  All i want is Shatmo
  He's a god
  And it don't matter if a rapper plays
  Cause I cought the back of some minds
  Fuck the fame
    [chorus]
    [fade out]