as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death

i take a look at my life and realise there‘s nuthin‘ left

‘cuz i‘ve been blasting and laughing so long, that

even my mama thinks that my mind is gone

but i ain‘t never crossed a man that didn‘t deserve it

me be treated like a punk you know that‘s unheard of

you better watch how you‘re talking, and where you‘re walking

or you and your homies might be lined in chalk

i really hate to trip but i gotta loc

as i grow i see myself in the pistol smoke, fool

i‘m the kinda g the little homies wanna be like

on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight.

been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta‘s paradise

been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta‘s paradise

keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta‘s paradise

keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta‘s paradise

the getto situation, they got me facin‘

i can‘t live a normal