my homie lost his life
sold plenty bags of nickle weed
so we won't struggle
and if a nigga have static boom
it ain't no love in these streets
but i love 'em
cause i'm from
we still lost souls
we gettin' money
we still slangin'
we still bangin'
we slangin' 'cain
it ain't no thang
we pull them thangs
they ask me why i rap
and i still live around here
cause money never changed the way i looked around here
you know you gotta keep it grimey
for the playas and pimps
you know you still not a ol' g
if the hood ya stiff
the number one rule; don't bite the hand that feed ya
cause one day gon' come back around
when you sho' gon' need us
about
when ya got kids
shorty suffer from teachin'
then ya try to give 'em a word
now you up and ya bleedin'
you say it just ain't no love no mo'
been mad daily
you can lock us up
but still the problem won't go
we livin' in this city full of rocks and blows
my family got to eat and that's all a nigga knows
my homie lost his life
sold plenty bags of nickle weed
so we won't struggle
and if a nigga have static boom
it ain't no love in these streets
but i love 'em
cause i'm from
we still lost souls
we gettin' money
we still slangin'
we still bangin'
we slangin' 'cain
it ain't no thang
we pull them thangs
now put yo'self off in my shoes
dig into my gutter mind
a child born is supposed to cry
fucked up in his own time
see mama told me
live and learn"