(talking)



Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge

Not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.

Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the feds.

The ghetto live in bloodshed (yo)we live in bloodshed.



I know this african cat jet blackgold grill

Said we can split a half a mil if I could get his wife killed.

The feds on himjake to pull seven on patrol.

Cops shot on the stroll by his man thats on parole.

Now he hauntedhad a big screen but he pawned it.

Watchin foxsaw his face on america's most wanted.

With three seeds to feedstressed out like bricks.

So he got a fixroll with his crackhead click.

Stay twistedrobbin young ducks for their bucks.

One day he slipped upcaught two shells to his gut.

But he recovered

To say the first shell wasnt shit.

What you workin wit? 

A rusty 22 kid? 

Then he flipped quickbust back from four-fifths.

Six firefour hitone crushed the pelvis.

The others went through his wrist.

How's that for accurate? 

The kids scarred for life.

Equipped with a permanent limp.

He was ill when he was youngtryin to raise his son.

Everytime beef come he blast the mac one-one.

Spendin two g's on gold to impress the hoes.

Got money in milwaukee with a house on the low.

He played the 5 boroseveryday fly

Thought he couldn't die.

Bags of hydro in da 5gettin high.

He had a rep for hijackinextortionkidnappin.

Shootin up clubsairport drug trafficking.

He met his matchfuck around and rob the wrong cat.

For a hundred and eighty g's the God want his cream back.

Now it's a gun battle.

But the son ain't fessinhe grabbed his wesson.

These niggaz lookin for me i'ma shoot their ass a lesson.

Going all outkill or be killedwhat's done is done.

These niggaz not stoppin me from havin my fun.

He at the tunnelflexin his whiprims dipped.

Had to much cavarsia so he started to slip.

Oh shit! their go dem niggaz that I stuck

That black truck. give a fuck.

They want their creami'ma let my gat bust.

Let his shells flythe God got hit twice he wounded.

The liquor started talkin didn't know what he was doin.

He crashed the whipjumped out ran to sixth

Flagged a cab.

"yo take me to madison ave"

He did too much to liveand too much to turn back.

Lay bleedinwonderin why it had to end like that.

Nobodys leftthe world just me and myself.

In back the back of the cabson bled to death.

It's fucked up he was a good nigga...



[word up..the street stories..know what I'm sayin.]

[word upwit the inner city kids...yeah.]



Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge

Not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.

Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the feds.

The ghetto live in bloodshed (yo)we live in bloodshed.



Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge

Not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.

Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the feds.

The ghetto live in bloodshed (yo)we live in bloodshed.



And we die in bloodshedword up.

We born to the paradise so respect your lifeword up.

Black man move onword up.

Head strong..to the knotty one..men on lock down.

Word up.

Gun rulethe bxbkknow what I'm sayinshaolin.

Word upqueens niggazword up