[ VERSE 1: Jayo Felony ] Can't stop, won't stop, n***a, that's that Crip Hop Roll until I hit the top, find a b**h to break my crop Hit a switch and then a drop, if it's a club then she gon' hop From club to club and dick to dick, trick b**h, hush the sh** Hit licks for big chips, get rich, retire quick Spit sh** for convicts and hoes that's full of nonsense f** a guilty conscience, I k** sh** regardless It's real sh**, the hardest, the realest regardless Don't ever try to get sh** started, that's retarded You ain't gotta ask how we got in, we bogarted Y'all gon' know how we lay sh** down, it ain't no secret And it's gon' stay in the fam, n***a, that's how we gon' keep it It ain't no time for jokin, n***a, f** the Dreamcast Busters be mad, see well on a misssion that means cash You better soak up some game and learn to be a rich roller Shots hit you through your window while you was holdin your controller Now it's over [ Chorus: Joi Patrice ] All my life I played this game And my life is full of pain I don't know if I'll ever change Perkin on drink and smokin Mary Jane [ VERSE 2: Spice 1 ] My life is full of sin, too much drama in California n***as runnin up on ya to dump and put you in a coma Or worse, six feet, get put as deep as you stand Get carried by five homies, your brother the sixth man Think about your life and what you got to live for You may not have a lot of money but you still find a way to glow Just keep pushin and strivin, livin one day at a time Have patience with life and one day your light'll shine And when you shine, watch them n***as that watch you gleam Cause envy brings n***as to jack for bling-bling In my life it's hard to deal with the pain But it's part of bein a man, it's part of the game Accept the sh** and move on, partner, and hope for the best Cause the best way to get some revenge is through success Cause they don't like to see you come from nothin to somethin Single in rotation on the radio bumpin [ Chorus: Joi Patrice ] [ VERSE 3: Celly Cel ] When I really think about it, life is f**ed up All the sh** I did and man, I'm still here, I lucked up I know it's people prayin for my soul every day Before I go to bed I get down on my knees and pray n***as like me ain't gon' never be sh** If you can't shoot a basketball or grab the mic and make a hit We set up to fail before we get a opportunity It's easy access to d** in the black community So we choose it, we sell it and we use it We like to live our life fast and know we might even lose it Abuse it, with 40oz. Mad Dog and hard liquor Have you catchin cases, makin a n***a walk the yard quicker It ain't no love, mayne, mama didn't raise a thug But I got caught up in the streets, I like to taste the blood I like drug money, 211 thug money I ran the streets fascinated by that blood money [ Chorus: Joi Patrice (2X) ] [ Joi Patrice ] I don't know if I'll ever change And get out the game I've been hustlin for too long I've been strugglin and doin wrong