cuddies perved by the corner
stout
herb
got me twisted
mo' cold killin murders
them brothers gettin further
got my pencil for utensil
this'll keep they mind knownin
spot some thugs at the club
and they got the nines showin
dirty pimpin g's
one of my dreams
player now listen
lotta blacks locked down
but comin back around in '96
all the gals my six my track crew and my mother
make these police wonder: how is he so undercover?
never been a lover
but america had broke my heart
i was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart
eat through scrap
black tracks
free milk and cheese
while the japs stack scratch with the vietnamese
but i'm finna squeeze
stack cheese they left on a trap
a young playa mack
hit the bud'
spit a rap
it's just that feelin
that feelin that i have for children
are able to love us
but these crazy devils try to kill us
i gotta survive
i try to stay alive
ho
smokin that dank to deal with the pain
june 2nd '93 i returned to the streets
did 2 months in the county and i opt to the beat
now the cops keep watch
cause they know that i rap
tell the world that i'm a gangsta
cause i ride with a strap
but i ain't yo gangsta
just a young nigga caught up in the struggle
born hustler
goin for the jugular
out to take the beast down
piece down might be too late
the funk is on
high
drunk off thunderbird and grape kool-aid
would love to catch a playa slippin
take me down and book me
guilty as charged
hit the switch and try to cook me
silence a nigga for the shit i'm spittin
i know i'm scarin ya
a poison you created in the veins of america
miseducated
incarcerated
institutionalized
that 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
ain't no love where i'm goin
no love where i'm comin from
remember me
that real-ass nigga you been runnin from
got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare
while the black babies die without health care
i gotta survive
i try to stay alive
ho
smokin that dank to deal with the pain
now how could i pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag
when the rollers at my do' with a.44 mag?
got my mother spittin drag 'bout i ain't home
got a double homicide warrant on my dome
i hear em pushin in the do'
i grab my mac with two clips
cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence
i'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin sent for violation
foes and punk police
them devils still at my do'
i peep a group of ten tryina get information
i threw the clips in the mac
start lettin off frustration
it's better than incarceration any day
we gonn' die anyway
so if i go out blastin
call it my fate
i got niggas in the pen like my cousin bud
lunatic insane
and my partner t-love
big tom
ray ray
killa cuddy
mac dre
cleek
jamal
jinx and bluebonic
man
i gotta survive
i try to stay alive
ho
smokin that dank to deal with the pain
now i been called a crook
a killer
a thug
a no-good dealer of drugs
and blood or cause
doesn't matter what set you was
cause where i'm at
if you black
we strapped
as long as ki's make g's these thieves attack
and ain't no rules on the streets these days
muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay
i'm livin in the dangerzone
and learnin lesson from the game
it's on
niggas was gone when the frame was on
i'm gettin breaken them balls daily
is there a ghetto in heaven or do i go to hell?
see
seems i was senteced to death
takin my steps with my head down
why pour i liquor for my niggas
cause they dead now
my memory since i was a little seed
was a penitentiary full of niggas like me
these cops can't terrorize us
they despise us
niggas
cause we on the rise
plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth
and the youth turn the streets into a piece of beirut
and the truth is
i gotta survive
i try to stay alive
ho
smokin that dank to deal with the pain