(feat. Kokane, Kurupt)



[Verse 1: Kola]

Let me go back,relflex  scenario's of livin the life

Circumstances that it hances times of struggle and strife

Realizin what's the key to the game

But seven deadly sins commince the huver over and rain

1976 shovelin shit for eleven

A beautiful black queen until birth I was givin

No man no plan circumstances still repeat

To beat the poverty and deceit you must cheat

Exposed to worldly things what brings settleness it seems

But in the end loneliness and heartache controls the scene

Baggy jeans and t-shirt plus my feet hurt

Tryna get off some work, baby daddy is a squirt

Homie's tellin me to ride but my son comes first

Single mother on the struggle so I'm puttin in work

Time to focus on my life cause I'm livin in sync

Sufferin in this world we in,end



[Chorus: Kokane]

It's not the way I planned it,naw

This life we livin sometimes ain't fair

Keep your head up you'll make it, yeah

If at times you feel your nobody

Just reach inside I know you can achieve



[Verse 2: Conyiac]

Sometimes devilish thoughts seems to journey threw my mental

Bad intensions purposely and mistakes can be accidental

Some decisions made that I regret and can't deny it

Life's about chance takin,I'm neck breakin just to try it

My toe in the door smash right now I done stepped in

Miscommuncatin took the lead(what I got myself in?)

You the???? in the beginning as usual always

Then it escalate to the conflict and brawl stage

The wrong page of the book that had my heart shook

Now I read it closer to the end and took my last look

Mind thinkin detects," I can't get another job"

But hard feelins it won't be the same I love only one

Even though it hurts, I move in right treatment mandetel

He learn from you from the next(got my game tight up for me)

It's all good, shake and peace, catch you in traffic on the streets

Somethin plan to happen, i'm over it done beat the heat



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Big Chan]

I gotta question, why all the real nigga's get killed?

And leave these busta's on these streets, meet up at Swat Meet's

We concrete slaves, and now you got beef?

Face to face wit gang banger's, Dogg Angels, we street politicer's

Consider us bitch nigga killa's

I low ride, I smoke, I take a look at my life

It's my life, I pull out, so say goodbye to this life

It's too short, so fuck friends, i'm countin on these dead president's

To win and get in, it's all in connectin

Dividin, we ridin, Mr.Colene present's the West Coast Donna's

Upsettin MC's, pop the collar's on ya baby mama's

Millenium rider's, eastsidaz, westsidaz

So won't you stay wit me, stay wit me

We loosin too many homie's it's goin down constanlly, constanlly

We drop that bomb shit, that next level shit



[Kurupt]

Yeah

West Coast

Doggy's Angels

Kurupt Young Gotti

Givin it up for the millenium

2K, uh, YG2K

And we gon do it like this

Yeah

Ride to this, pop it

Zee zee!