Motherfuckers caught me slippin  I hate that bitch 
Dayton for life  gangsta love 
I gotta go back there  I gotta go back fuck that punk shit 
[Shoestring] 
I`m makin preperations to return to 79th and Halstead 
I came to perform but bled instead 
Infiltrated by enemies tryin to paint me red 
I discovered the true essence of a Vicky loo 
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 nickle 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 wanna be killas on Satan`s block 
They sent the Lexus to the liquor store to get some blunts 
Never knowing I`ll be wearing bruises from this shit for months 
But four coppers turned around standin at the door 
Feel the fire is what he said and surrounded the store 
Takin my soul I`m a gangsta they had me trippin 
Thoughts in my head of Halstead, they caught me slippin 
Never again to be caught on the receiving end 
Dayton Ave and Halstead let the games begin