(feat. Steph Lova)



[Melachi The Nutcracker]

Yo my rhymes are deep, when I walk thru the streets

If you wanna eat, you gotta work for this meat

The stress is building, people are losing their children

I can feel the pain, just from the blood spilling

I ain't sittin around chillin waitin for that

I'd rather make moves with my man Lil Dap

Too many people killin made me lose my mind

Crime don't pay, it's just a waste of time

You should shine like a sun, or the Holy One

Blessed with a gift to get the job done

Nutcracker's the one, and New York is where I'm from

Group Home for the year 2 g, let's get it on son



[Chorus x3: Lil Dap]



Straight like that, why these niggas beefin for rap

Matter of fact, puttin Brooklyn down on the map

No turnin back, rollin with my A-Mob cats



[Steph Lova]

Yo, this is for my dogs, can't forget my divas

Nonbelievers, under achievers, pockets stuffed like pitas

Cuz the Love is off the meter, on any givin

Weep the compition shiftin cliffin like what!?!

Spittin up blood from the slugs caught in the club

Just because the fucker been thought and ducked

What you get for thinkin, have all you cats rinkin

The crew that have sink and shot the engine out your Lincoln

Just for livin, you know I talk alot of shit, but that's a given

Gats stay hidden, cause all this is forbidden

From my side of the chalk, you sell crack till your rap shit kick off

Or a beef kick off, heard 3 shots lick off

Spark the riot up north



[Chorus x2]

Yo straight like that, yo straight like that



[Lil Dap]

Yo my little nigga is my nigga till the day that we die

Clean out my inside before I rest my eyes

This is for my niggas livin out there in the streets

Searching for peeps, hopin someone hears us upstairs

Blockin out my fears, time to get fame this year

So what's your hobby son? Comin from Brooklyn, New York

Like 10 years in the game, with the Group Home name

When cats were scared, to step or even walk in the train



[Chorus x3]