Uhh, k**a, yo
You got to wonder man, what is all this sh** really worth, why'knahmean?
Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share it wit, yo, f**ed up man, yo
I been on both sides of burglaries, guns out and choked up
Man, this sh**'ll get you choked up
I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up
Almost doped up, but had no guts
So I pimp all these hoe s*uts
When they period come it get slow but so what?
I got big plans to blow up
I'ma love this year, but blood ain't here
We would puff gra**, plus hash, cut cla**
To f** a**, dough, we had enough cash
Little cats, he would see our dreams
Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all
(blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah
Now that he's not here I feel that it's not fair
f** see 'em at the crossroads, want to see 'em drive across roads
Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few n***az
"My man was a hell of a n***a," (?) wit the triggers
Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it
Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected
d**h to (?), "logic" I said
Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed
Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead
This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead
[Chorus]
For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up
They been here, that's wha**up, tomorrow's not promised
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's not promised
Yo yo, I never had fights in rings
I just had fights for rings, ice and bling
I done spent nights in bings
Now I realized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thing
But how I get the right to sing?
And the streets be talkin' like Donahue
Clowns, they belong on Comic View
That's why the feds onto you
When they form they a**embly's
You stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis
Course everybody gotta war story (sh**)
I swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn)
I'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories
Add a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (k**a!)
I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's
Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers
And I never said "I'ma player"
But I been down wit messy action
Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen
Ma kept resistin', I had to bounce wit my sh** man
I'm scared of commitment
I'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen
Outside, workin' and pitchin', work on the block
Even put the work on the glock
Work on the toilet, I'ma work-a-holic