[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yo, Scarecrow
This the last mothafuckin' song on the tape
So we gotta drop some old laid back, pimp ass shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
For all them real mothafuckin' gangstas

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Smokin' on them hotsticks, got me fucked up in the brain
Bumpin' that DJ Paul 15 and smokin' that real shit got me insane
'Cause when I mix the Triple 6 with that fuckin' pipe
I turn a nice silent night into a deadly fright night
My eyes get red, I start lookin' at my fat Glock
And then I look at the Scarecrow
I wanna shoot him in his face spot
I don't know what I'm doin', I start prayin' to myself
The first power gave my life, but I'ma give myself my death
I put the Glock to my head, but first I take another puff
My whole life is passin' by
My past life is filled with crazy stuff
The shit I did in the past make me really wanna go
Shit like shootin' on these bustas
Whippin' and talkin' about these ho's
'Cause when I get full of dope, I'm runnin' through anything
And I stay high because I'm smokin' on that weed, mane
But, for the '94, all these bustas I done seen
Constantly shootin' and kickin', it's too deep for you to breathe, breathe
[Chorus: Spice-1]
I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts
And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts
And, Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, came my techs from the bushes
(I blast with no heart)
I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts
And A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, n***a
A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, n***a
Do- do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous, DJ Paul, Both]
Scope from the eyes, 'til there’s nothin' but some suds
Stayin' on my toes, 'cause if I slip, I'm catchin' slugs
I'm not really fucked up about gettin' my ass put behind bars
'Cause nowadays, n***as try to pull ho cards
Gotta have steel, gotta keep steel, that's real, see
'Cause these n***as wanna be like Menace II Society
Always gotta have they ass deep in some fuckin' dirt
Tryna spill blood on a n***as mothafuckin' shirt
The search, for underground artillery distribution
Packed like sardines in a criminal institution
Talk plenty crazy shit when standin' with they homies
Busta type bitches, mane, these n***as so damn phony
Need to sit they ass somewhere up in a damn library
Sideline suckas, know what I'm sayin'? Strictly commentary
But the Scarecrow keep somethin' up his sleeve
Damn, fool, you don't know? it's too deep for you to breathe
[Chorus: Spice-1]
I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts
And, do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
I'm-I'm sick up in the game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts
And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts
And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts
A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, n***a
I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts
A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, n***a
I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts
A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, A-AK
I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts
A-AK blast on that ass if in my way
I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts
AK, AK blast on that ass if in my way, n***a