Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crew
Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread
Plus let's get some real women forget floozies and the groupies
Whass up man? Oh your baby momma stressin' you?
So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too
Fore you get caught again or you get shot
Sewin' shit up on the block you need to stop
Get up out in these, in these streets man
Yo let me have like, two or three, three G's man
We've been sent to dominate, these corny come lates
And things in this world are more fucked up than ever
And set this crooked rap shit straight from Crenshaw to Castle gate
Pops wasn't tryin' to hear it, 'cause of what he been through
You a man Baby Pop you know right from wrong
Think twice
Schemes of mad cream could be a sad scene
And they was seein' if I wanted to come bubble with them
Is precise with his life, think twice
But they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin' kicked out
I doubt we'd ever be big time sellin' dope coke or dust
And crime paid but my praise goes to the most high
Any man with the plan is precise with his life
It's like lightin' a fuse whether it's sneakers or shoes
I'm sayin', I'm sayin' son man you know what happened last time though
Annihilation, inhalation through the lungs or extermination
Still, like my nigga Havoc said, sometimes you gotta
So let's make this bond to keep this hip-hop strong
And I lose another friend any man with the plan
'Cause some nights I got so wild yo, I almost died
And get in trouble with them, now memories of them
My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze
Only a few percent knew what me and you went through
And the bullshit won't stop long as the world's revolvin'
'Cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud
I wear 'em in my heart like a emblem
By the use of dirty guns, triple beam dreams and drug
When you go to that extreme
To New York and all the ways for certain niggaz to blow up
And I recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout
You remember what happened last time
Like Pete and CL, I reminisce over days from the streets of Boston
Yo, so what's the deal guy? I'm sayin', what you need though?
'Cause they spell mad problems from Watts to Harlem
Some stuff I got into, really scarred my mental
And make my ends triple and double with them
I gotta do what I gotta do man, I gotta eat man
When you got knocked doin' your thing
For a nigga like me, most time that shits bad news
That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you
It's killin' us, let's take our people and make a exodus
It's like set-tin it off but not the movie
'Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin' cheddar
