[Verse 1]
I'm from the north of d**h
Momma birthed a king on the murder scene
Daddy was a fiend but he stayed clean
Sharper than the crease in his jean
Older brother took his place though
Still momma see every time she see my face though
Drugs got the best of one of my favorite cousins
Chances of him changing is what my haters loving
Grand Hustle and ducking officers all night
Married to the streets at the alter with all white
Pistol in my polos, work up in my attire
Never leaving in at home where even its on I'm ready to fire
I'm back to Pontiacs and Marwuese at Aunt Peach's
North of d**h to them palm beaches with fine divas
Pitty scramblers popping cans still I got the green on me
Got the dark Mr. Clark got the lean on me
Dodging cops and haters that's trying to put them beam on me
Got my n***a [?] with me, Bird go machines on him
Y'all was playing rough house we was in the drug house
On our enemy's turf like a crip in a blood house
Take an abandoned building and turn it into a club house
Back with Beanie Sigel we showing you what the thug bout
Body fill with hate when they take someone you love out
Still shining bright like a light whenever the bulb out
We was the younger n***as the older n***as couldn't stand
They took my man I'll never take the stand
Or the church or the dirt, payed a hell of a price
Years later Bird got jailed for life
See d**h around the corner I can read it in my palm
Getting high knowing I'm have seizures when I'm on
Waking up with needles in my arm
Lost my brother Larry know my [?]
Remember [?] and Debbie and Uncle b**bie
Ya boy be the sequel I promise to make a movie
[Break]
[Verse 2]
H [?] and Bugs in the wheelchair
f** it this a blessing you're still here
Though you paralyzed I know the pain you feel there
Just know that you got one n***a that still care
Cutting cla** momma ain't know thought I was still there
Tough love brothers from another now the [?] here
Now we got the young guns running through the city streets
f**ing all the bad b**hes all they know [?]
Johnny did eight straight right back for homicide
Young hip hop tell Nas that I'm alive
Coming around with will a full pound and a big bulldog
Young n***a gave you that gun play before raw
[?] we on that rock sh** trying to pull a tour off
Ya we a couple, n***as made more off
Here about that stash Philly n***as will kick your door off
Cops make us leave, right back when they pull off
Nails still dirty my n***a I'm seeing thirty
Do it for the ounce n***as trying to see a birdy
I'm alive!
LA you heard me, I'll never lose a grip business 'til thirty
Even though my whip clean I ride dirty
Eating black eyes peas, the f**ing biscuits like Fergie
I promise my daughter no matter what I'll get her [?]
Catch a body pay a hundred and f**ing wait for the verdict
Fake friends counted me out, yelling f**'em though
Even through all the hate still love 'em though
Catching n***as slipping got to still tuck 'em though, pluck'em though
Ballers like Jim Kelly Buffalo
Got to keep it going for my family that suffered though
All the sh** I've been through made a n***a tougher though
All the shells dodged and all the friends lost
I promies to get it in until we meet at the cross
I'm alive n***as!