Tony dead and his brother too Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew Damn, he in some shit just like a number two So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money On his second body

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank) Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't) I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint) Add a whole

Here comes the sound of the sirens I tell myself I love the silence But maybe I just wanna hear the sound of the sirens Three weeks down, but you're on the mend You swear that you're free from my passenger seat As we drive through the night, 'til it

I bet this last time's the one time too many The rush of waiting is burning through my head Right after supper her brother shower's twice a week He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred And when the day ends I'm sure she feels sorrow The lonely

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

Over the river and through the woods We'll do a little what we want After one long week of doin what we should There's a bonfire burning Got Bocephus blaring Louder than allowed out in our neck of the neighborhood If you wanna see follow me over the

Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin' that body Got every man in here wishin' Sippin' on coke and rum I'm like so what I'm drunk It's the freakin' weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun Runnin' her hands through my 'fro Bouncin' on 24's

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Good to you She's about to earn some bragging rights I'm 'bout to

Through the fire and through the flames You won't even say your name But who could ever live that way? Ut Deo, Ya Hey Ut Deo, Deo Only "I am that I am" Oh, sweet thing Zion doesn't love you