2: for sharing your game with me
3: i wanna thank all. of the hustlers
4: for showing me your life
5: and i know. that'll i never
5: and i know. that'll i never. 6: forget you
ahh. laced up by the best
marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone
you can tell that the hillside was his home
mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers
cause he got a chop suey in the bushes
puffin on taylors drinkin boilermakers
m.d. 20/20 mixed with boone's
business boomin off the buzzer
til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the zenith hammer
thangs started gettin sloppy
niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic yola
turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil
po'-po's on that ass like hot baby oil
play your cards right son everybody can have cash
but you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to last
1: uhh. pimps and players
2: for sharing your game with me
4: fo' showin me yo' life on the streets
5: and i know. that'll i never. 6: forget you
*: lace me mayne. i was sprinkled at a young age
laced down with trump tight
some of them done been put to rest
and luckily i made it out
i wouldn'ta made it without
the pistol packin daniel boone's
that put it down and paved the way
and i'm proud to be straight from the yay
to u.k. i spits this big time talkin shit all day
from where i stay to where you stay
stick to the rules and don't be sellin out to no police
i always paid attention when the game was preached
had all the street slang and the latest speech
and now i'm makin more mail than a oil well
up all night tryin to get my money orders right
2: for sharing your game with me
4: c'mon fo' showin me yo' life on the streets
5: and i know. that'll i never. 6: forget you
it started from my momma hard headed and all