Letras
Motherfuckers caught me slippin'
I hate that bullshit
Dayton for life, gangsta love
I gotta go back there, I got to get back
Fuck that punk shit
I'm makin' preparations to return to 79th and Halsted
I came to perform, but bled instead
Infiltrated by an enemy tryin' to paint me red
I discovered the true essence of a Vicky Lou
Quick to mob when odds are 70 to 2
It was a setup I figured, but you was designated
To get me wet up by niggas with triggers nickel plated
I was blinded but reminded when we arrived
Saw the Five up in the sky, it blew my high
Never noticed I was the victim in this deadly plot
Surrounded by wannabe killers on Satan's block
Exit the Lexus, hit the liquor store to get some blunts
Never knowin' I'd wear the bruises from this shit for months
Before coppin', I turned around starin' at the door
"Throw your Fives" is what they said and surrounded the store
Takin' my song, "I'm a Gangsta", that had me trippin'
Thoughts in my head on Halsted, they caught me slippin'
Never again to be caught on the receivin' end
Dayton Ave. and Halsted, let the war begin