(feat. Ronnie Spencer)



[singing]



[Hook x2]

I'm at the point, of no return

Caught up in this game, everybody know my name

I got, money to burn



[Ronnie Spencer]

I've been struggling, started off with nothing

Everybody know me, as the one to do thangs for free

Right now, I'm on the grind

See you got yours, I gotta get mine

See the most high, gave me a sign

He said son, it's your time



[Hook x2]



[Dirty $]

I'm at the crossroad in my life, and baby it's do or die

Fall or floss, small or cry could mean slow suicide

On these streets scratching for my keep, grinding for my people

When you're not treated equal, it's so hard to live legal

Will my seed deceive em, to this never ending saga

Fascinated by cash cars, and clothes just like our papa

Taking mo' gambles than Pac did, in pursuit of the dolla

On the verge of crapping out, from money and power

Having big body dreams, and wood grain wishes

Trying to taste the good life, cause it looks so delicious

Man the pressure's tremendous, so I smoke on spinach

Trying to find some piece of mind, than get caught from behind

Mashing for the finish line, in this cruel millennium

Make mo' shine than lime, I'm spending more than time

Rocking pie with dimes, keep the top reclined

Use to be caught up in grind, now addicted to rhyme



[Hook x2]



[Ronnie Spencer]

Never turn my back, on what's real to me

That's my love, for my Wreckshop family

I had my share of likes, up's and down's

And thank goodness, I'm still around

Never could, make it on my own

When I'm looking in the sky, and I'm feeling so fly

But though one day, you're here

Then the next day, you're gone



[Tyte Eyez]

I'm at the point of no return, and ain't no looking back

Cause there's ends I got to meet, big faces I got to stack

They say man'll make the money, but money'll make us move

Positions to get richer, a seven figga made dude

Calm on the cool, collecting cash flow

Keep my bidness on the low, prepared to drop my solo

The new millennium, Mr. Tyte E-Z

And if I turn my back now, then my kids won't eat

My wolf pack won't sleep, until we slay all prey

Get vicious without perdition in this Y2K

This feddy is in my vision, in this hectic paper chase

Wrecking my lyrical weapon, pimp the pen at a steady pace

Appreciate God pressing, no cases and no bars

Frauds and changed faces, but my game's up to par

A ghetto shooting star, and I ain't trying to go back

To the guns and the slums, and the jacks or the crack



[Ronnie Spencer]

La-da-da-da-da (point of no return)

La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da [x4]



[Hook x2]



[Ronnie Spencer]

Iiiiii'm caught up, caught up

To the point of no return, everybody

Everybody knooows, caught up baby

Ooooh-oooooh caught up baby

I don't wanna go back, I don't wanna leave

I don't wanna go back baby

I'm caught up, heeeey