you know it's real in the field
you know it's real in the hood
it's just real in the ghetto
from my block to your block
everyday seems like the same ol' shit
eight years waking up to the same ol' bitch
hang with the same ol' clique
chopper city and we bought to train till the end
you gone see him in the bricks
nigga gotta jacking leave his brains in a ditch
every morning dope fiends looking for a fix
fuck it they'll use they dog fit
everywhere a nigga breaking the same ol' laws
all ending up behind the same ol' bars
if they third time getting caught for the same charge
it's they second time getting popped by serge
me and mah niggaz making' the same ol' wish
and fuck with smith bitch
nigga mouth always be the reason the feds hit
them soft niggaz always be the first ones to snitch
they do the same ol' shit
they do the same ol' shit
every time i'm holding mah eyes
what's going to happen when nigga dies
corpse get left in a ditch
but nigga don't know shit
i was taught to never snitch
i'll never stand on a bench
i know who got the cheap price
when them killas move they be under the street lights
i'd been in a tight spots
situations when i ain't know if i am die or not
so you don't gotta ask me why i act like i act
but if you hating' on me i'd be forced to react
did enough shit in my life to make the headlines
niggaz mah age in the under line dog
only way you could stop me if you press charges
but in the drought bought some 15 grams or 500 tech shit
make her stack up a zip quick
hits me with that jack shit
you bought going to war for yours i'm bought the same ol' shit
you takes one of mine we doing' the same ol' shit
eye for eye and its ride or die and it's as real as its gone get
the dope game and the rap game
you closest daughter get cut though trying' to hit mah lick
jail ain't going to stop a nigga from doing the same ol' shit
come home and its back to the same shit
get a strap and i'ma bang it
get a package and slang it
when it's gone you going to replace it
no disrespect to the west
but we ain't on that gang shit
one key in broad day to come bang shit
it'll be the same ol' hit
when they try to get you before for killing his brother he ain't forget
talking the same ol' shit
how they reeling' when they going down
crying and dragging it be the same ol' lick
trying to get lifted for chips
but it'll change so quick
lot of hoes i be dicking and kicking
it'll be the same ol' shit
they only sucking and fucking me
but they name on the strip
saying they pregnant after i hit
but the condom getting ripped
swear to god i'm the father
get it all and get to come harder
when i was born my mother taught me bought the same ol' shit
don't let know body step on your toes
hoes getting niggaz caught up for the same ol' shit
thinking what u you think is smarter and you ain't gone slip
every nigga that's working
flying with the same switch just in
respect the code till i go
i'ma do the same ol' shit
smoke weed and get high till i die
but it's the same ol' shit
that's why i'm still riding with the same ol' clip
that's why i never left with the same ol' clique
the only nigga that get ignorant and bring this shit
since '95 i been rocking like this
dog get at me still the same ol' nigga
they just got a lil' bigger
an nopd still harassing a nigga
and them haitians still taxing a nigga
them chopper city boyz running this year
which one of you clowns would come in this hear
every time i look around it's the same ol' vic
ain't nothing change in the hood