[Verse 1: Gus Da Vigilante]
Due different day, seem shit
Everybody thinkin' ,,Have a quick scheme to get rich"
Like a struggle, shoulda hussled
Or just do a stick and spend time for credit cards pumpin'
What - a drug posession charge don't make cars attack
Still it's five down, goin' out of town with a pound of weed
And tryna get back on the street, suicidal mind just sweep
Tryna reach his kid, standin' on the edge of a porch
You got nothin' to live for, another kid turn to alcohol
Just tryna solve a problem, it's common
Up to this day, everybody tryna get paid and get laid
Packed protection, or catch AIDS
So get shot, murder, what's the rap
Crooked cops, and cajuns sound like crack
Killin' blacks, but I ain't tryna hear that
Everything all in 360, so we 'bout to take it back
[Verse 2: Guru]
Ayo, tha ill shit's depicted, when we kick shit, we're listed
Today I got mad problems for bein' a black man
I'm not that man that wants to get dissed by the taxman
So I'ma say what I really need, I'm cravin' more green
I'm talkin' returns they owe me
Unless you really know me, don't act like you know me
See, white kids are sayin' ,,nigga" and they violatin'
I got more black panthers than the movie that they made
I'm down with Premo, Shug, Jeru and the Group Home
M.O.P., Stikken Moov and niggas'll never leave my back alone
And so you know, these type of brothers multiply
That's why we must live fly, and fakin' jax die
I gets mine, I gets mine, too grown for dumb shit
Caught up in the street life, so I keep at least one clip
To deal with strife, and that's life
[Hook:]
Keep ya eyes on people, because they smokin'
Don't be gettin' caught sleepin' in these streets, bust ya eyes wide open
There's no right to live life, ghetto kids is strife
Do ya dirt, pack ya Gat, watch yo back, I'm alright
[Verse 3: Gus Da Vigilante]
Taking that liquor 'til my eyes glaze, drowning my brain
Mind on capital gain, wise eye on my game plan
Movin' the grand steadily, enough to build PJ's in Beverly
Kick rhymes in my art proceeds
When I release Queens style, bad big ass profile
Cars get ninety gallons to the mile
Livin' in luxuries, like everything fancy
Chicken headz be trickin' on me, the streets treat me lovely
Forgetsing all the lies in these sheisty's eyes
Use their weakness to visualize, cause they small in size
And I see the big picture, I point ya six feet for six figures - Aight?
Puttin' it on the opposition so my Nine stays tight
The street life under them street lights is right
[Verse 4: Lil' Fame]
So everything gon' be aight
I know some shit that happened recent, it was two kids peepin'
Heard one was snitchin' in the precinct, hit the Deps up decent
Put him to rest, got it up off his chest, ain't got rid of the stress
When my nana point jazzy right through his flesh
Who said life was equal? Kid, there's no sequel
When I messes, I pray to God ,,put me with my people"
(To the death!)
M.O.P niggas sling blocks and bitch niggas that bring cops
And sling rocks for green, get the greens out
(We keep it in the fam!)
Due thing, no move fakin', get the bread, fuck the fakin'
Cause the loot is for the takin'
Ain't tryin' to be mistaken for the next John Doe
Roll with the strong flow, so I can see long dough
[Hook:]
Keep ya eyes on people, because they smokin'
Don't be gettin' caught sleepin' in these streets, put ya eyes wide open
There's no right to live life, ghetto kids is strife
Do ya murk, pack ya Gat, watch yo back - Life!
[Verse 5: Gus Da Vigilante]
Living life on the streets, strife as murder left or right
In front of my vision, both of my fams are missin'
Locked down or blind down
The plan to keep the grands, whether it's goin' end to end
Legal checks, doin' stick ups with Tex, get those with objects
Constant currency is a felly for livin' comfortably indeed
Some got mouthes to feed, so they push more keys than the locksmith
So lay stiff, cause I loose slips
Read constantly and move with force - What for?
Cause niggas don't use they hands no more
We gettin' ones to three for packin' heat, that shit's beyond me
Cause livin' legal over illegally, kickin' all of these bodies
Even the innocent get slain, stray bullets are never aimed
So maintain the struggle of your life
[Verse 6: Billy Danze]
Ever since the age of thirteen I had a dream, opposite of Dr. King
Cause I was ham'd over green
Holy but wait up, stay alive on these streets of the real
Where it's real, keep my steel to survive
Ready to check chumps when I catch chumps ironing
That's just the way niggas done fucked up society
I got a son now, and I'm getting older
(Yeah, you gotta be down with lyin' in [?]golden shoulder[?])
I know, and it's a long way to go before I end the mob
When I ain't gotta let my bird above
Cause check it, niggas be flippin', whole missions
Shorties holdin' more hammers than they holdin' that Ford Dixon
Listen, it doesn't matter who's the biggest or baddest
What matters is who's fast enough to splatter brains out this muthafucka
Livin' these ways, goin' out in a blaze, I bring me appraise
Billy's name rephrase
(And thy shall not kill!)
Thy shall not be killed, fuckin' round on his heel
You know me, I'm emotional like Free
And my peoples from M.O.P, yeah, the parents they cherish
Niggas be dyin' over loot, so now I gotta put on a suit
And give a Gat man a salute for his life
