(feat. D-Moe, OG)



[OG]

We're chillin in the Labb

My nigga JT, Bushy Moe, D-Moe

We finna do this for the Ninety-4

We lay that shit like you now how mayn



[OG]

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

The ghetto is turnin' into a fuckin' head rush

When I was young I used to sittin' or fantasize

But now I understand that I was born to die

Lookin' out the window of a 10 story project

I ask the question - how harder can the ghetto get?

Killer's beein born to take the place of other killers

Babies growin up to be notorious dope dealers

Never went to school my school was the streets

My only diploma was the motherfuckin rap sheet

After a while no more juvenile for me

I graduated to the state penitentary

Walkin' the yard with my partners out of Fillmoe

Killers stick together cause thats the way the game go

But in this game there's no one you can trust

So ashes to ashes and dust to dust



[D-Moe]

That's real nigga

Straight for the Ninety-4

GLP

Peep the 2nd crush



[OG]

Tryin to stay alive or survive ain't no joke , mayn

Often I feel I'm playin a russian roulette game

Sometimes it feels like a nightmare

But when I wake up my problem is still there

Can't get a job and that ain't helpin' a damn thang

So I resulted to the streets and slangin caine

We used to use knifes because knifes were for toughest

But now we use automatics, pistols, grips and pumps

To kill again is a way of life

Dope fiends killin' one another over base pipes

Never took the time to get close to my family

Cause it's my family that's constantly gettin me

"Freddy's Dead" cause he was livin for the cola

Knocked or smooth another young high roller 

Cause in this game there's no one you can trust

So ashes to ashes and dust to dust



[D-Moe]

The game ain't gon stop for ya, mayne

You either stick wid it 

Or you gotta get up outta



[D-Moe]

Life in the fast lane cocaine dope game

Only the players change

The game stays the same

So I continue to keep my composure

Survivin in the ghetto and livin like a soldier

I keep my hand on my Nine

Cause the other side of midnight is nothin but hard time

Black cats creepin

Rats in the gutter and dope fiends tweakin

Sometimes I feel I'm the cause of it

But now I realize the devil's just bullshit

Cause how can I be to blame

When 20 million other niggas doin' the same thang

I'm gettin in where I fit in

Cause winners never lose and losers never win

Cause in the ghetto survival is a must

So ashes to ashes and dust to dust



[D-Moe]

And it's straight like that, mayne

That real shit

Only for my real motherfuckers

And that's how we doin it in the 9-4

And we're outta here

Just like that

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

For the 9-4

For the nigga-niggy-niggy-niggy  9-4

Yeah, for the 9-4

We bout to tear this shit up, hoe

Tear it up, yo

For the 9-4

And we're out for the 9-4