i'm bout to explode

i'm bout to explode

i don't know when i'm gonna go

i got so much been on my mind

every time i look around

i try to prevent going down

from locked up or even dying

i can dig the problem

i can see whats going on

its a fucking warzone

with the thieves in the hood don't look good

never ever thought she could jump off like that now

o.g.'s done backed down

you eased a step down

everybody wanna have the crown

every breath you benefit the sin

we gonna have to keep fighting them mugs within

now it is killing before whats killing you niggas that started out friends

you win

the wrong for what you doing

you need to start snatching

kick out the mob

can't show no love at all

don't even turn back

anyway homie wasn't all that

if he was real he wouldn't even have caused him that

i hum to allah

i'm wanted by far

and he disinfected that

so long i been known

don't think its the law in the loves of loves

in a positive demonstration

that we could never conquer shit and defend no more

high-tech young niggas with a little scratch

could be richer

hustling to make enough to buy the shit i need

like a bag of weed

i was blind now a nigga see everything

brothers strapping up on this thang

timing's off

feel the pain

let the hood done laid out

shits way out

no way out

murder to the lunatics

them the tricks that was talking that shit

took the test to the brain

rip em' off

vest off

pull the mask off

smoke that bitch

what a mess

i suggest

we suggest

fuck each other up

look into the mind of a flic' born westside

mount sainai in the flesh bless my

niggas with the bottle

get the top

then pour out the back door when its war

armor to your brothers stay clean

watch your back young brothers i mean

my hood is burned up

and burned up is my hood

we?kicked bout' a foot?

don't own a hood

i took too much then too much

now i don't know where to turn

or who it may concern

life and death all i've learned

i've earned my respect in the hood

but the shiesty still pulling moves

you a man for the man

thats another point he was trying to prove

got your own mind

might as well use it for yourself

cause you'se your own man to the right

to the left

all is well

and it's one thing i believe in

don't ever leave and retrieve

killers jumping off by the evenings now

97' just another hunting season

niggas in it 6 feet deep and no reason dying freely

why?

back in the days on chicago avenue

niggas used to bang for the kicks to slang cain

hustle and rain pain niggas

once there was a little brother who ruled across the street with his crew

fast pacing everyday

facing murder situations

gang affiliation makes you kill a nation

take another life a day

smoking

hoping just to get away

put it in the raw

i'm 'bout to go boom

y'all can't help but to talk

it's us against the law

that shit backing people off from the gator alley in the whole

i don't know where the hell to go

cause my life is like a pack of

having brothers capping

it's a free for all in my motherfucking hood

and it ain't good

if i got to die for my flict' then i would

every day is numbing

if you didn't count your blessings boy then you really should

until the final tic 9

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1 out

so much shit on my mind

i can't find the time to free myself from going down

best to antici-pains and pressure

no lesser than human situations

erasing

ruin doing time in the mind

like to wild em' down

bullets flying

mommas crying

niggas lying

reason for the rhyme let the spirit climb

you thinking different

defending for the real of it

flic' in this forever

finally letting in chicago

tear a little

never on a pedastool

want to jump up off it then let it go

easy it's about to blow

like how much longer can i go

how many situations before i just go below

catch up with my funeral

caught up and brought up in it into dimensions

the feeling like i can't take it no more

the mission is dealing with pressure

pressure is the death certificate and that will get cha'

wet cha'

leave you on a stretcher

i bet cha'

he shook off and looking for shelter

help a man and give a helping hand

stand by the plan

struggle the daily double

double trouble the mold

i redoubled the o in the roll

let it go then explode