Yo whassup son?
 Yo man  youknowhatImean? I need this money man
 Get up out in these  in these streets man
 Yo  so what's the deal God?
 I'm sayin  what you need though?
 Yo let me have like  two or three  three G's man
 I'm sayin  I'm sayin son man
 You know what happened last time though
 I gotta do what I gotta do man  I gotta eat man
 Whassup man? Oh your baby momma stressin you? ...

 Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crew
 Only a few percent knew what me and you went through
 We've been sent to dominate, these corny come-lates
 and set this crooked rap shit straight from Crenshaw to Castlegate
 Like Pete and CL, I reminisce over days
 from the streets of Boston to New York and all the ways
 for certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid
 But my praise goes to the most high
 Cause some nights I got so wild yo, I almost died
 Some stuff I got into, really scarred my mental
 Pops wasn't tryin to hear it, cause of what he been through
 Still, like my nigga Havoc said, sometimes you gotta
 hit your crew off, so they can make some bread
 Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin cheddar
 And things in this world are more fucked up than ever
 So let's make this bond to keep this hip-hop strong
 You a man Baby Pop you know right from wrong
 So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too
 That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you...

 You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked
 Doin your thing, sewin shit up on the block
 You need to stop, fore you get caught again
 or you get shot and I lose another friend

 "Any man with the plan is precise with his life"

 "Think twice"

 My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze
 For a nigga like me, most time that shit's bad news
 It's like lightin a fuse whether it's sneakers or shoes
 cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud
 It's like Set-tin It Off but not the movie
 Plus let's get some real women forget floozies and the groupies
 Cause they spell mad problems from Watts to Harlem
 And the bullshit won't stop long as the world's revolvin
 And I recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout
 But they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out
 And they was seein if I wanted to come bubble with them
 And make my ends triple and double with them
 And get in trouble with them, now memories of them
 I wear em in my heart like a emblem
 I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin dope coke or dust
 It's killin us, let's take our people and make a exodus
 Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs
 or extermination, by the use of dirty guns
 Triple beam dreams and drug schemes of mad cream
 could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme

 "Any man with the plan is precise with his life"

 "Think twice"

 "My advice is to you