Uhh, Killa, yo You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth? Y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share It wit, yo, fucked up man, yo I've been on both sides of burglaries, guns out and choked up Man, this shit'll get you choked up I'da been shot at, got at, backed stabbed, coked up Almost doped up but had no guts So I pimp all these hoe sluts When they period come, it get slow but so what? I got big plans to blow up I'ma love this year but blood ain't here We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class To fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash Little cats, he would see our dreams Eighteen wit the three eighteen, that's blood, y'all He had hot gear, rock yeah Now that he's not here, I feel that it's not fair Fuck, see 'em at the crossroads Wanna see 'em drive across roads Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz My man was a hell of a nigga, [Incomprehensible] wit the triggers Whatever ethnic problem, dawg, better check it Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected Death to [Incomprehensible], "Logic", I said Four months, got 'em some head right in the bed Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead This ain't even me spittin', this Derek Wright and Armstead For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick 'em up They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise Yo, yo, I never had fights in rings I just had fights for rings, ice and bling I done spent nights in bings now I realized Christ the King Ain't no righteous thing but how I get the right to sing? And the streets be talkin' like Donahue Clowns, they belong on Comic View That's why they Feds onto you when they form they assembly's You stuck on the block like the ave got parenthesis Course everybody gotta war story I swear to God, I hear more and more stories I'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories Add a fifth one in case the fourth one bore me I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers And I never said, I'ma player But I been down wit messy action Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen Ma kept resistin', I had to bounce wit my shit, man I'm scared of commitment I'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen Outside, workin' and pitchin', work on the block Even put the work with a glock Work on the toilet, I'ma workaholic For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick 'em up They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick 'em up They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise © BLUE ERRO SOUL MUSIC; JOBETE MUSIC CO INC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com