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