[Intro]

Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers

Nahmean? We just trying to stay above water

Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers

They understand me, Nahmsayin?

Shit

Lock into this time and lock out (always)

I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us

You know?



[Juelz Santana]

(Just a), 

Another day another dollar

(Now look what you got)

Another hater, another plotter

(Shit, you know the drill)

A brother pay, a brother holla

(Watch 'em, they creeping)

Another raid, another copper

(Aw man)

Another case, another lock-up

(What)

Another bail, know that cake better pop up

(Yup)

That's just day to day shit we go through

And results of the day to day shifts we go through (you know)

Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, (and)

Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, (and)

Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal

I don't honor them fools

Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed

I speak from the heart of the hood

From the boarded up apartments with wood

From the cracked down crack house (yeah)

To the burnt up black houses

To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out (yeah)

And puffing weed makes my actions switch

I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm

Ain't that a bitch (damn)

And I'm paranoid, paranoid

But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy



[Chorus]

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take

And may this song play all the way (yea)

And if it skip a beat, hit repeat

This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me

And if it skip a beat, hit repeat

This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me



[Verse 2:Juelz Santana]

(Look now)

Another dead, another born

(Vice versa)

Another here, another gone

(Pay attention)

Another smile, another mourn

Another funeral, another baby shower going on

(Get it, huh)

That's just life in the hood

You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood

(Huh, get it)

I live the life of a hustler

No sleep all night for a hustler, (buster)

And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep

I swear fiends will chase that high for four week (plus)

I'm still dealing with the day to day basics

Stress, hunger, patience

The day to day basics

(Yep), Shit that we go through, (you know)

Shit

Look at the shit that we go through, (you know)

Niggaz come home, can't get jobs

Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed

(And that don't mix)



[Chorus]