[Chorus: Young Noble]

Homie, you can't sell dope foreva

You can't sell coke foreva

You can't sell smoke foreva

Baby, you can't sell ex foreva

You can't sell sex foreva

We gotta get ourselves togetha



[Young Noble]

It ain't too many dope dealers retiring

It ain't too many old prostitutes vacationing on the islands

Instead of knock 'em down, my focus is to inspire 'em

Stop worshiping money and worship something higher up

Don't get me wrong cuz, I done been there

Bottom of the barrel man and it ain't shit there

No food, no love, whole lot of kids there

Hand me down footwear, we got put here

She wanna have a baby, what coz he got good hair?

But he ain't got no job, and she on welfare

All he do is go rob, she do the blowjobs

For '06 Bonnie & Clyde, life is so hard

Stuck between a rock and a hard place

Look into the sky and there's no sign of God's face

We can't get a break, I see my people all stuck in a slump

It's like we just can't get over the hump

We need some motivation, we need some inspiration

We need to be more creative in our ways to get paper

The block will have ya ass in a box for your duration

Nigga, all I'm sayin' is this, all I'm sayin' is this ..



[Chorus: Young Noble]

Homie, you can't sell dope foreva

You can't sell coke foreva

You can't sell smoke foreva

Baby, you can't sell ex foreva

You can't sell sex foreva

We gotta get ourselves togetha



Homie, you can't sell dope foreva

You can't sell coke foreva

You can't sell smoke foreva

Baby, you can't sell ex foreva

You can't sell sex foreva

We gotta get ourselves togetha



[Young Noble]

Homie, I ain't tryin' to preach to ya, I'm just sayin'

The government the bigger gang, and they ain't playin'

Hangin' my niggaz for hangin' where they bang at

This is where we live, where we suppose to hang at

Don't love the rent, I can't afford to rent this month

I gotta hit this blunt, I gotta get this done

I know it feel like it ain't no options

A little education for a broader horizon

It's hopeless, I'm focused on reachin' the children

If what you doin' ain't workin, try somethin' different

Listen, there's lynches and killings in corners

With nothin' left to show but a prison diploma

The crooked ass cops tryin' to meet they quota

So every time they see me, they gon' pull me ova

The life of a soulja, the world is colda

And when it get's worse, man it still ain't ova

I told ya ..



[Chorus: Young Noble]

You can't sell dope foreva

You can't sell coke foreva

You can't sell smoke foreva

Baby, you can't sell ex foreva

You can't sell sex foreva

We gotta get ourselves togetha



Homie, you can't sell dope foreva

You can't sell coke foreva

You can't sell smoke foreva

Baby, you can't sell ex foreva

You can't sell sex foreva

We gotta get ourselves togetha



[Stic.man]

Every new nigga think he not gon' get caught

The same thing the next man thought, sittin' in court

It's nothin new under the sun, it's been done

There's a million niggaz locked up, you just another one

That got caught up in it, like the government intended

A pawn for the system at the bottom of the pyramid

The game is a set up, that's why they call it a trap

It's infested with informers, snitches and rats

So watch ya back if you in it, get in and get out

Invest in ya future, gotta try to find another route

Coz the war on drugs, is just a war on us

And the wrong time to see it is when you in them cuffs

On that bus, frustrated, headed to the big house

Lookin' at so much time, you might never get out

If you headed down this route, whoa before you crash boy

You don't wanna see them red sirens on the dashboard



[Chorus: Young Noble]

You can't sell dope foreva

You can't sell coke foreva

You can't sell smoke foreva

Baby, you can't sell ex foreva

You can't sell sex foreva

We gotta get ourselves togetha



Homie, you can't sell dope foreva

You can't sell coke foreva

You can't sell smoke foreva

Baby, you can't sell ex foreva

You can't sell sex foreva

We gotta get ourselves togetha, c'mon