(feat. Eyeslow, T-Slugz)



[Intro: Eyeslow]

Tell 'em what you see, Slugz



[T-Slugz]

I see fellas shootin' cracks, near the stoupe

Old man sellin' fruit, out the trunk of his hoop

Old lady singin' the blues, young mother stop

Watch as a baby boy tie his shoes

White cops on the corner, with fire in they eyes

Can't wait to see a black man die, family cries

Girls jumpin' double dutch, shorty's playin' hopskotch

Grown folks get drunk, O.G.'s sellin' pot

Mr. Softy's outside on days when it get hot

Crowd circle around victims, every time they get shot

Young g's, playin' skelly, waxin' they tops

Teenage dudes run around with cracks in they socks

Twin building born and raised, fat ass with good grades

Sleep in the back of the staircase blazed

Drinkin' Olde E. in the fifth grade, cuts until you know me

On the rooftop, where I bust my first pistoly

Skelly for money was the shit, packin' bags in the back store

Trynna get rich off tips

Used to play baseball cards, 7/11, American eagle

Wresting, for them cardboard belts

Through the end, god rest the dead

Tell the jokes in the lobby, slapboxing was the young g's hobby

Hear guns pop, everybody run and pick a spot to watch

Come back when the body drop, and see who got shot

D's blitz, we vacate the block

The last man's, usually the first man to get got

Eleven o'clock curfew, out to late, answer to moms

Not pops, pops live with his moms

Word is bond was the new slang, then they came up with 'da bomb'

Who would of known it would define this charm

That are totin' right now, to reminisce this song

To put your feet in the boots, of a new born don, it's on



[Interlude: Eyeslow]

Uh - yo, let me tell you what I see



[Eyeslow]

I see the brain dead 'caine heads

Dope addicts with 'matics that'll body something

Just to get a dame fed, dealers trynna raise bread

For new rides, could end up in jail stuck

With no bail money, inside, for real money, it's live

I live where they snatch cables, and turn

Corner bodegas, until crack tables

Ex-gangstas, rich money, through rap labels

I'm watchin' as the world collapse fatal

I'm seeing, for dependants on the tax return

For one single long stress, though the cash concern

Billy stable from the cash he earned

But her baby daddy, see his four kids as his last concern

Dog -- I see the scam, behind the scam, pause in Iraq for terrorism

What's the plan behind the plan, fuck the President

It's time to ask the man behind the man

My niggaz pay dues in advance, I remember my first day of school

As I sit back still, think about my Pre-K days with Miss MacNeel

Linin' up in size order, acid wash jeans

Arcade Mario, before the Macintosh screens

That was back in our scene, dope cotoroids

Yellow Pat Ewing kicks, match the old coloroids

Bills have me so annoyed, first love dumped in sixth grade

She had a thing for the older boys, I remember my first high

Puffin' the L, using three different colognes to cover the smell

Conversatin' with my mom dukes, blunted as hell

She seen through my red eyes, I was under the spell

Ain't nothing like the good ol' days, like the first gun I clutch

First nut I bust, caught her at the double dutch

Pre-school, summer lunch, milk was stale

Yo, my first sale landed me my first time in jail

As a youth, shit was real



[T-Slugz]

Feel what I feel, see what I see

Put yourselves in my shoes, take a walk with me

Where the thugs clack pistols, off police

Side arms, scorch niggaz to the fourth degree

O.G.'s doing shit, they get a '85

Back then where hustlin' was like a cup of tea

How you want the glock pumped in that 43

Workin' your mail box, no building key

No scat to the thing, get your enemies

This the new millennium, get on your j.o.b

If you see what I see, be where I be

Degrees, that it's living like refugees

And the hood's get boring, only thing to do is smoke trees

And walk through the revolving door

Every day the same thing, only thing different is that

You might take another route to the stores

See a thug on the floor, holding his jaw

For fights, the cat, who bustin' gats southpaw

Top of his dome looking like coleslaw

They left him in the park, under the sliding board

DT's walking around and they asking questions

Never get no answers, we know our lessons

Baby moms stressin', cause I come home late

She don't understand that I got moves to make

Trynna get us out this hood, ma, I change your fate

Cause I don't wanna fall victim to my own mistakes

Been to too many funerals, too many wakes

I cried, my last cry, trynna clean my slate

Still watchin' all the snakes, and the playas who hate

Violate and get ate, like a piece of cake

Take a walk where the hustlas lay, on the grind all day

Hooded DT's, a block away

Cause the kid's gotta eat, and it's bills to pay

Grown men beggin' family for a place to say

Now these teenage girls livin' life as a pie

Cry inside, cause outside they livin' alive

Take a walk where the gangstas die, now the candles act

Shit lit up like the fourth of july

Every week it's a new obituary in the lobby

And the memory of somebody who got bodied

Niggaz rollin' dice in front of the building

And serving the fiends dreams, in front of the children

Hood life is the only life we know

Unless this rap shit pop where we all could blow, whoa