Facts of life

I got my Viper ready to kill a nigga
 Standin in my drop with my fingers on my muthafuckin trigger, uh
 This shit is real in this game you gots to pack your steel
 I can remember sellin rocks on the fuckin hill
 I steady keep it cause I'm silent
 Because these niggas in the street
 All they thinkin about is violence
 Jackin your ass for your muthafuckin grip son
 I got my .9 package come get you some
 Niggas get large or straight ho-out
 But a nigga like the wicked murder will blow your brains out
 Leavin your ass in the gutter
 Everytime I look up I been approached by an undercover
 Tryin to make a fuckin drug trade
 But I'm too damn smart
 That's how them wickedest nigga stay his pay
 My homie died at a early age
 Since he was black he never made the front page
 Left a son and a pregnant wife
 That's just another fact in these facts of life