[Hook: C-Rock]
I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Suicide, homicide, die, do they care?
When you're all alone, standin' with the man upstairs
Lookin' at the dirt you did, tryin' to get in, yeah, yeah

I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Suicide, homicide, die, do they care?
When you're all alone, standin' with the man upstairs
Lookin' at the dirt you did, tryin' to get in, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: C-Rock]
Should I kill 'em, should I rip 'em, should I fill 'em with the hot lead?
Bullet in his head, hypnotized from the Three 6
Mission get the money, Roc-A-Fella til I get rich
Sick minded n***a (?) slash grave digger
... set a plot with my n***a, had to get cash quicker
Double escape plot to bury this n***a
Cockin' back black Glocks my goons and killas
Time on the ticker, had to go and dig him up
(?) because he talkin' too much
One point six wieldin' ... by enemies (?) we trust
Six-six-six-ah, military minded
Dug Lord up, where the money? Gotta find it
Black duffle bug, hollow points in the nine and
Lookin' at the windshield, high beams blindin'
... shovels and dirt
Smokin' another guard, (?) in reverse
Caught up the van (?) worse
(?) couple miles and I (?) hearse
A million and a half, four bags of work
...
Dr. Malik ...
My visions are differnt, I'm seeking the nurse
... pistols ... this shit ... feelin' alert
Hallucinations ... patience ... you can't break me
I'm goin' crazy, my heart is racin'
Almost (?) of my (?) I can taste it
Just cause they say that it's all in our head
Never once left the bed, but we know they're mistaken
[Hook: C-Rock]
I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Suicide, homicide, die, do they care?
When you're all alone, standin' with the man upstairs
Lookin' at the dirt you did, tryin' to get in, yeah, yeah

I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Suicide, homicide, die, do they care?
When you're all alone, standin' with the man upstairs
Lookin' at the dirt you did, tryin' to get in, yeah, yeah

[Part 2: Lord Infamous]
And the maintenance man was lying next to me dead
As the time runnin short I was on my death bed
Check for his tools, they were all in the shed
And I heard some commotion, loud bang overhead
Somebody on the ground and diggin' me out
I think of everybody damn I could not figure it out
When the casket popped he told me what the shit was about
The maintenance man had a nephew that was underground
As a goon that I knew way back in the south
Foothome Projects n***a, puttin' it down
C-Rock it's time to murder everybody around
Crack crowns, grab the axe or you got some thrax
Hit a couple lines and made it out to get to the Lac
Lil Down saw all four tires are flat
Smoked just a sack when a n***a hopped in the back
On the way to the guttural killers to get the gats