I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one Well, my first friend went down When I was 17 years old Well, there's one thing I can say about that boy Well, my second friend went down When I was 21 years of age Well, now rules are alright If there's

My generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell A welfare child where

And just like dust we settle in this town Brothers hooked on Mary Jane We get bored so we get married And it ain't slowin' down, this merry go 'round Mary Mary quite contrary If you ain't got two kids by 21, You're probably gonna die alone At least

Now you're a 21st century man. You still wander the fields of your sorrow A penny in your pocket Suitcase in your hand They won't get you very far Fly across the city Rise above the land You can do 'most anything Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow

Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I pull up roll the window down and I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it Wet a nigga block and watch them

I've seen it coming I'm trapped in this body and can't get out It is the 21st century They got scared and they put me in All the lies run around my face And for anyone else to see

I been hangin' with the dead people I been drinkin' syrup since Denny's Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin' Right pocket full of dead people All my pockets full of dead people I done fell in love with dead people I'mma handle business S600 big body and

Out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (On God) Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die) Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde) Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice) She don't like

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shyst You can roll the dice, you might lose your life Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice Y'all know what's goin' on 21 Gang 'til I'm gone 4L Gang 'til I'm gone If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon'—