Verse One: Masta Ase



I'm surrounded, by psychopathic, little fellas

Ghetto dwellas

With ammunition in their cellas

And no remorse in their hearts

When the shit starts it don't end

Until somebody's gone with the wind

And I'm tryin' to keep a level head so instead

Of goin' out to die, I write rhymes on my bed

And little kids at the playground

Better stay down

Keep duckinCause somebody else is buckinDon't seem to be no relief from the beef

Only nigga round my way without the gold teeth

And the gold chain, with the whole name on my neck

Jewelries your worse enemy without a tech