Bleedin' all out they head in the middle of the street
 Shit  ball fights would go on in the park
 It's like damn pirate nigga's come out in the dark
 Freaks sell dope for material shit
 On the side gold diggin' for some part time dick
 O.G. nigga's turn into alcoholics
 What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
 Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers
 Well my nigga's on the block sell that rocked up shit
 Touchin' they gat everytime a fool pass
 Quick to put slugs up in a nigga's ass
 We say fuck school, we say fuck grades
 We rather get paid and snort cocaine on the Ave.
 I see some nigga's that I used to go to school with
 They look at me like my face is full of bear shit
 They don't even say whats up to a young loc
 Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats
 But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya
 I remember back when ate in the cafeteria
 Huh, but those days are rested
 I grab a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep steppin'
 To the store for some zig-zags
 Every store on my corner is owned by an Araib
 But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
 Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
 Cuz some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care
 They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me
 Yo, but I don't want to bruise ya
 I rather take you on tour wit' me nigga then lose ya
 Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven
 Hit the dice game and then... jet
 Them police wanna find me
 Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke gunji
 And I don't care about jail hoe
 I just lift weights let my hair and my nails grow
 Beat up on the fags, I did a calendar
 Now I'm even sicker on the Ave.
 Us nigga's on the block, got on income breakin' boulders down to rocks
 But we were all born to be dead
 Why you wanna wear a vest when nigga's get shot in the head
 But a helmet won't work though
 Ya get a nine in your ass and watch your dick blow up
 Cuz real niggas just multiply
 But now days real nigga's just die
 Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh then jet
 Real nigga's smoke buddha hoe
 Triple cross a muthafucka then giggle at his funeral
 I snort caine with the hard heads
 Outta when I sale to make mail from the damn feds
 Now I'm about to get high
 Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St. Ide's
 Dre Dog creeps solo
 Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah hell no
 Cuz I don't worry bout' shit
 I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be fucked wit'
 So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin' thangs
 Well them young locs just jock
 And white folks can't pass
 Give up your cash and your bags or getcha ass nabbed on the Ave