Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's You gotta walk on down You wonder why you got holes in your shoes You wonder why they got more money than you You wonder why you got nothin' to lose It makes no sense, don't

Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to Nature, ja rule, reptile come on Bring the heat. Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain Stuck with a thousand street hustlers Down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I

Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail And I know the day is coming My luck will run its course Got to slow down with a woman Ride a faster horse If a bullet doesn’t find me They’ll let me rot in jail Well momma’s in the kitchen cooking Irish stew