Is dis tha real game? Is dis just fantasy? Caught up in a landslide No escape from reality Open yo' eyes Look up ta tha skies n' see I be just a skanky boy, I need no sympathy Because I be easy as -blam!- come, easy as -blam!- go A lil high, lil low Anyway tha wind blows, don't straight-up matta ta me, ta mah dirty ass Mama, just capped a thugged-out dude Put a glock against his head Pulled mah trigger, now da ruffneck dead as -blam!-in fried chicken Mama, game had just begun But now I've gone n' thrown all dat shiznit away Mama, ooo Didn't mean ta make you cry If I aint back again n' again n' again dis time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if not a god damn thang straight-up matters Too late, mah time has come Sendz shivers down mah spine Bodyz achin all tha time Goodbye dem hoes I've gots ta go Gotta leave you all behind n' grill tha real deal Mama, ooo (anyway tha wind blows)