Six piece, got dinner with the French fries Think I need a piece in the winter just to get by Keep the peace on my block but this the west-side Whip full o' electronics in there like Best Buy Couldn't see 'em in the centre of the riptide Music strange and BM got love for my Tech N9ne Coming with head down, leaving with my fist high They don't even know my name, don't notice when they bitch slide To have the gun pointed at me chest high You get two hun'ed shots, you better let the rest fly Or be a couple motherfuckers out here, either less sly Put the kush in my blunt as I set the best high It's been pushing for months, maybe years, by now And when push turned to shove, hope I'm near my house Prolly push daisies in a years time, that's what they all say And all I learned is how to love, and how to love the wrong way