See most of y'all s**a a** n***as wouldn't last a week in my hood
If you was broke and wouldn't last a day if you had money
I seen grown men cry, grown men die, for the love of that money
In God we trust!
[Verse 1]
My trigger finger itchin', palms itchin' too
We back-to-back in Ghosts, playin' peek-a-boo
We went to war with Sosa over a brick or two
So for a hundred ki's, think what my clique could do
I'm talkin' clappin' toasts, bullets'll hit your roof
They hit his body he went in shock, no Pikachu
n***as ain't bout it they talkin' but really pick and choose
We on our second strike, we ain't got sh** to lose
All my n***as is felons, all you n***as is tellin'
Sold your soul to them people, they gon' get you to sell it
They gon' get you to move it, they gon' get you a Buick
They gon' get you a wire, like n***as gon' use it
You gon' tell on your brothas, what a lame homie
I got a bullet with your name on it, and a full clip I autographed
Kids cryin' at the viewing, I guess it was sorta sad
[Hook]
We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin' high-end guerillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young n***as cry, I seen young n***as fold
I seen young n***as die because a young n***a told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young n***as hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real n***as cry, I seen real n***as hit
I seen real n***as die, cuz a real n***a snitch
In God we trust
[Verse 2]
Lotta n***as act Tony-like
Told them D's everything you heard but that's your homie right
But he got k**ers lurkin' outside at your home tonight
They gon' hit the crib and k** the kids, oh that's Kony right
Oh that's Kony-like, everybody bleed
Cuz he come out in 2060, Christmas Eve
First time he went to prison he ain't get to leave
Feds takin' pictures, n***as is rats, you should say cheese
Once a local dude, sh** the fire now
Never ever spit a rap but he got bars now
I'm talkin fed time, yard up, yard down
Baby mama can't pay the bills, sh** is hard now
How that make you feel, you should pay them bills
Inmates spittin in them trays when they make yo' meal
n***as sh**tin' out them packs just to take them pills
And his baby mama brought em in, boy this sh** is real
n***as turn to m**m, n***as turn to Christian
They gave him life, he try'n appeal it, got him on a mission
His homies ain't learn, they still in the kitchen
They firin' bullsh**, that coka ain't swimmin'
It's coming up short, no food on the fork
n***as is catchin' cases, n***as is goin' to court
He done slaved in the field, you the one on the porch
With the gun in your hand, try and run with the man
[Hook]
[Outro]
Hey look, I'ma tell you like this
If you in school n***a, stay in school
If you got a job n***a, stay at work
If you a family man, stay with your muhf**in' family n***a
Cuz this sh** ain't meant for everybody dawg
Everybody talk that sh**, until they get caught up in some real sh**
And then they start talkin' that sh**
[Hook]