You live by the gun die by the gun Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K In the heart of the slums that's where we stay I know this lil nigga man he only 5"3 Napoleon complex that's what I see He pack a 4-5 when he walking through the streets So even in the winter time the nigga got heat ya feel me He never knew his pops His momma tryna raise him but his daddy is the block Thug life tat so they call him lil pac He hustle in the trap so he really hates cops ya feel me He only 16 really too young to even know what life mean Knuckle head nigga think he know everything He headed to the grave or he heading to the bing believe me Screaming crime don't stop he either gonna rap play ball or sling rock Once he making money he don't really give a fuck Live fast die young ball until his times up ya see me So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it You live by the gun die by the gun Ya kinda had that coming He was born with drugs up in his veins Because his momma was addicted to cocaine A beast on the court but that was about to change Once he made a couple dollars from a dice game Moved out his house now he lives in the fast lane Thinks that he's grown you can't tell him a damn thing Get it all on his own so he crowned himself king Try take it from him he let 8 shots sing straight up Having shoot outs with the police It happens when you're raised in the belly of the beast A chip on his shoulder claiming that he run the streets A real life D-bo if you got it he want piece But it's only a matter of damn time Before he's laid out with his mom crying Hooked up to a respirator while the doctor trying To bring him back but the clock's stopped and homie done ran outta time So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it You live by the gun die by the gun Ya kinda had that coming You live by the gun die by the gun Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K In the heart of the slums that's where we stay So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it You live by the gun die by the gun Ya kinda had that coming Ya kinda had that coming