(feat. Sparks & Oschino)



Nothin for nothin leaves nothin.. betta do somethin

Motherfucker punch ya in the mouth..



[Sigel] Hitman, Oschino and Sparks, Criminal Records; talk to 'em yo



[Omilio Sparks]

This is for my ghetto niggas, reputation is everything

So guard it withcha life, it's just like credit

The minute ya fuck up you ruined it, ya know?



Yo as young adolescents (a-ha)

Mommy said we was so precious, I mean - who knew?

Round to O.D. to heron and I'd catch cases

Let my life slip, inside the hands of these judges

Where did we go wrong - huh?

Was it these missing father figures?

Or watching mom struggle and feed us

Come on I need answers, is God gonna judge us

for turnin burners on niggas who tried to merk us

On the day of judgement - who knows?

Until then we'll never know so for now, I'ma do Omilio

Drunk than a motherfucker, disrespectin bitches

Attitude still the same - fuck these niggas

until it's my time to go, you know?

I ain't doin no changes, shit, plus I'm happy to be here

With my new family.. Black Friday

And the Roc-A-Fella niggas, I'm focused, bring the chorus in



[Chorus: Beanie Sigel]

My life (shit) just make me wanna holla sometime, and throw in my hand

But I won't fold, you know how I roll

I live that life of a trouble man and play by the code

Where I'm from (shit) just make me wanna holla sometime, and go get my gun

Go all out but I think of my sons

Then I look where I was at - how far did I come



[Oschino Vasquez]

You see ladies prostitutin, wearin tight leopard

My sneaks was dogs like pitbulls and German shepherds

Fuck where it came from I needed money fast

White boys bangin Led Zeppelin wantin twenty bags

So I got my first pack on 51st and Market

I ain't want clothes I just wanted some Boston Market

No mom to call, no dad to beep

Stuck on the streets stomach growlin like a dog showin his teeth

Life ain't sweet (naw) life ain't a game

I know life is more real then Slick Rick chain

Everybody get a hand so play the hand you dealt

And there's nobody to blame fuck it blame yourself

You can go all out, and try to rebel

Like a nucleus they'll have you right in a cell

You just better pray a lot and hope that you prevail

I know livin in the hood is hell, c'mon



[Chorus]



[Omilio Sparks]

Yo right now I'd like to take the time to thank my family members

and phony homies for turnin they backs on me

Made me stronger helped me deal with snakes inside God's garden

But I was roamin like a ruger

and I swear these streets'll turn us boys to men

Numb the pain with juice and gin

Tryin to stack them Horace Grants to a million

Plantin seeds is how I blessed the bitches

Excuse my arrogance but baby clone me

This petty world that kill me slowly took away my grandma mommy hold me

Life's obstacles is gettin stressful, that's why I don't come around

Written between the paper's line examples of my lifestyle

So read inside the guidelines, ain't no sunshine

until you break the chains and fly freely, cause I know for a fact

Somewhere out in the world somebody need me to make 'em smile

and appreciate 'em believe me, but maintain in the meanwhile baby

Omilio'll be there for ya, y'knahmean?

Shit, I'm a trouble man



[Chorus x2]