Sense goes over nonsense
What good is da hood if ya actin' a fool
An 40 ounce, madd uncivilized lifestyles
Everybody talkin' dat gangsta shit
Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk
But an organized side
Dats what they used to say
Were you tryin' to go wit dat
Trouble on the corner of blunt ave
I'm throwin' up da fence
I'm raisin' my child
Step on the rest of the hood
Gotta use a trigga
Don't even go dere wit dat rap
The only good niga iz a dead niga
(Drummer hit me one)
Too much don't give a fuck
Black gangstas need track coaches
Don't even go there wit dat rap
Guns, drugs and money
The white law set you up raw
I'm 'bout ready to bounce
I'm not down with the fe fi fo
Or a damn thing
See you runnin' like roaches
Where you tryin' to go wit dat
Guns, drugs an' money
Slaves to the rhythm of the master
Cracka in da back
A gun iz a gun iz
Couldn't shoot and shot a mother
Everybody talkin' dat gangsta swang
What you gonna do to get paid?
30 years bids for kids, now that's wild
But choose what the other man bring
See, the brothers ain't dumb
Talkin' dat drive by thang
On his own, suppose to act grown
When it makes no sense
I'm steppin' to da curb
I sing a song 'cause I see wrong
So whatcha gonna do now?
Can't understand why a man
Till the drug raid
Talkin' dat drive by thang
Four kids alone home
Keep a sellout niga on the run
When you have his trust in killin' us
Now check yourself cool
Wit a sign do not disturb
Talkin' dat drive by shit
Ungrown and now they on they own
All you know how
So whatcha gone do now?
Everybody talking dat gangsta swang
Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk
Where I come from
A muther fuckin' gun
Buck boom buck another
Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother
Neighborhood disaster
All you know how
