[Chorus: x2]



Nobody want'cha when you're down and out

Down and out

You got to keep on, treatin' me the way you do



[First Verse]

What's up with game, homie?  I never saw you before

You got'z to be ridin' with them haters that be jockin' my flow

You say you always been down, but I never see you around

You was my friend in the beginning, but then you left when I was ass out

Now what's up on your block?

You supposed to be down when you say you down

But you weren't down then, what make me think you down now?

Wanna be ridin' right beside me cuz them girls on my jock

But you never wanna mess with me when I was choppin' up them rocks

I never did see your face, you never would put me up in your car

Asked you to take me to the store, you told me that was too far

But now I'm ridin' through your hood, makin' that mo money mo

Smokin' indo behind my tented window

And now I got my eyes closed when I be passin' you suckas by

No I wouldn't scoop you up and wouldn't address you if I tried

Got some real soldiers with me, cuz you suckas tryin' to get me

Ain't no shame in my game, plus my trigga finger itch

You can die, die, die over yay, yay, yay

When Cream step on the scene, that better be all you have to say

Don't play, you wanna get mad, cuz you thought I wasn't gone make it

But I done flipped it up and zipped it up, so suck it up and take it

Don't fake it



[Chorus x2]



[Second Verse]

Real is the only way to keep it, when you on the city streets

Watch your back for them jackers and keep your eye on your enemies

Cuz the side that we livin' in, you never know who's your friend

Your friend could be cool, and leave you dead in a blood pool

No rules to this game, or at least they all have been broken

My nigga got kicked over by a bitch, died with his eyes wide open

For shit like that gotta keep it strong and keep it loyal on your side

I wonder WHY, so many niggas I had, died of homicide

Reflect my life, bustin' too much for a young nigga

Hangin' tough, and keepin' myself in the game to make myself bigger

And thinkin' with this life, we can be down for the pound

Only time I got declined, so you know I be holdin' it down

Nigga if I'm a million years old, 

I'd still be dealin' with fakes and them phonies

When I was down and out, the fakest ones are the ones who turned on me

So for them fakers fuck the rollin' show them slugs

Showin' 'em, bust your love

Man I'm about to light this bud and hold it down for all them thugs



[Chorus x3]