[Intro: Sample from The Hi-Jackers (1963)]
[?]: Where, where do I have to go?
[?]: Here, I'll help you down on the track
[?]: Come on. Please don't. There's nothing to worry about
[?]: Look, somebody's pulling him down
[?]: [?] this way
[Hook: Block McCloud]
Enjoy this day ‘cause it may be your last one
Out in Brooklyn, yo, n***as quick to blast, son
Take the cash, son. Tear you to leave that a** done
The pros and cons run game and pull a fast one
[Verse 1: Block McCloud]
I'll paint the scene: mean streets and red eyes
Dark night, the dead rise, spark light to get high
I am the light that gets ‘em high as a kite
Try as they might to survive, they die in the night
Overdosing on the hot gutter
Lick a shot with they boxcutter and hand trying to rob your mother
co*ks**ers, knee-scrapers on the dicks
‘Cause they want to fix. If they could, they'd pawn they kicks
Ex-convicts walks amongst us when guns bust
Snakes and jakes get bumrushed
I walk where none trust one another
Son or brother, treat ‘em like they undercover
Run for cover. [Cops is busting, throwing, bombs is going off?]
k**ed a kid age twelve. I know his moms
The show must go on. Just the pro and con
Sun up to sundown, get in my way and get gunned down
[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
Enjoy this day ‘cause it may be your last one
Out in Brooklyn, yo, n***as quick to blast, son
Take the cash, son. Tear you to leave that a** done
The pros and cons run game and pull a fast one
[Verse 2: Block McCloud]
I'll paint the scene: mean streets and the town red
I'll get down, kid—you could be the next one found dead
I give not a damn. I got no land to call my own
A broken home filled with violence is all I've known
My family is my peeps in the streets I dwell
Dark as deep are the lyrics, beats by William Tell
Beats the hell out of school and reenacting lies
Teachers patronize, so I collab and hit natural highs
Mom dukes gave me the boot, so I live elsewhere
Bid my mama farewell and got on welfare
Drug loot from slinging krills pay the bill. It'll stay that way
Until the day I'm k**ed and laying ill with old age
Ayyo, I ain't asked to be born, but I sworn
To see a mill before my life is gone
I ain't taught between good and bad ‘cause I ain't have a choice
And no one asked me what I feel, so I ain't had no voice
I'm just a pro and con, mixed up from sun up to sundown, son
Get in my way and get gunned down
[Bridge: Block McCloud]
It's today. Not tomorrow but today
Not yesterday. Escapade, enjoy the day
[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
Enjoy this day ‘cause it may be your last one
Out in Brooklyn, yo, n***as quick to blast, son
Take the cash, son. Tear you to leave that a** done
The pros and cons run game and pull a fast one
[Outro: I-See-On and (Block McCloud)]
Yo, run that sh**, son. Word up, man. Yo, you crazy, son. Yo, get, get up on the wall, son. Word up, man. Take that off, son. Take that off, n***a. Word up. Nobody shining if I ain't shining, son. Word up, man. Word up. Pat that n***a down, son. (Chill). What, you got money on you, son? What? Let me get that sh**, man. Word up, son. Yo, let's be out, son. Yo