Thats my word, I'm mothafuckin' stressed It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a test 'cause every fuckin' day it's just gettin' worse Whats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse But no time to think about the consequences The years in jail, fuck the death sentence All I know is that I need mad cash in a flash Before I gotta kill somebody ass Might as well be in jail or dead 'cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (thats Word) Sittin' in my room with the lights out thinkin' I'm alive, but I ain't livin', I'm leakin' I made my bed and i'm'a lay in it But I ain't gonna stay in it I might start sprayin' shit I should've stayed in school, but thats a dead issue Fuck a g.e.d., thats like toilet tissue All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers Runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas Niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas gettin' knocked And jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole block Though I could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but I need much More, no time for bullshittin' Niggas listen....