[Intro:]

Yeah, You know uh, Niggaz always ask why niggaz bang and thangs

But uh, It ain't like a nigga bang because ain't nothin to do out here

It's just a thang that's goin on out here

It's reality man, Your homies get smoked, You gotta smoke some niggaz for ya homies

Y'all niggaz gon think yo hood it's some marks in yo hood or somethin

You know what I'm sayin?

Don't need that on yo resume, Can't go nowhere, No respect

It's all about respect out here on these streets

And by all means necessary, Niggaz gon get it

It's like all around the world it's the same song

Niggaz gettin they bang on

Straight like that, Nigga lee comin from the streets

And I don't know when my time gon be up

Cause stuff like this happen everyday, Everyday



[Sample:]

"Slip, Ay nigga, Where you from?"

"Where you from?"

"Nigga this eastside nigga, This eastside!"



[Mr. Solo:]

Shots bang like thunder, How do I keep from goin under?

It's like a jungle sometimes, It makes me wonder

Will I ever amount to anything good?

I'm in a zoo called america, Trapped in a cage called the hood

Where they got me actin like a beast

I'm bailin wit my khaki's creased

Ain't gots to pack a piece

I'm not a animal, But my mind is caged up

Remember days but, If I gotta go out, I'm goin out while my gauge bust

The danger's vicious, Hard hittin for roaches

Boast of a notorious mad gangsta o.g. evil ill outlaw

Got this ak and I'm ready to spray like mace

So don't come woofin in my face

I'm ready to catch a case on you fools

So bring it on if you wanna try yo luck

On this young buck, Run up, And i'll serve ya like a sprung cluck

How do I exit out this game bro?

I'm sick of life of a hustler, It's the everyday same old

Clockin ends and knockin skins like a player should

Down wit my gang and slangin these thangs through the neighborhood

Everybody knows me from sockin up the o.g.

Although I'm just a b.g.

They still don't wanna see me

Cause I'm a young soldier, Handlin my business from my shoulders

I'm waitin to catch you slippin when I'm trippin then I stole ya

Nigga I told ya I got the boulders in the plastic baggie

I got this 44 maggie in my waist my pants is saggy

I'm a banksta wit the other gangsta soldiers in my boot camp

The yayo's in my palm cause I'm sick of mom shoppin wit these food stamps

If anything could help me, Well my .9 could

Even if it means sendin me to the pine wood

Hops, I'm on the block

Wit my rocks, I got my glock cocked

Cause niggaz wanna smoke me

Life ain't a joke see

I could move away, But soon i'll be comin back

That's where my family, My hood, and my money's at

What should I do?

And who can I turn to?

I got the feds on my back

Cause they know I'm sellin crack

I'm sick of bein locked up in the c.a.g.e.

So tell me who got the key and is he down to set me free, G?

Cause any second from now, I might go crazy



[Snoop Sample:]

"Dear God, I wonder can ya save me?"



[Mr. Solo:]

I'm headed for an early grave, G

Death is tryin to phase me

I need to make a 180



[Snoop Sample:]

"Dear God, I wonder can ya save me?"



[Chille Chill:]

I'm servin at my spot clockin a fat grip

Won't catch me on the black tip

I'm catchin these niggaz slippin and let this gat spit

They smoked my loc, So I'm makin sure he dies, dies

Park the hoop around the corner, Bump a drive-by

I'm talkin about walkin up point blank range

I handle my biz, You know what time it is ain't nothin strange

The streets is do or die, It's you or i

My gat's between ya eye

My hand's on the trigger, I figure that i'll be do, And you'll be die

Nigga, Life is bout today, I have no dreams

My only means of survival is these dope fiends

Ya say me sellin dope is a cop-out

I tryed to apply, But I'm a high school dropout

Bump rap, Fat Chill ain't the one for bummin

Plus pregnant woman equals baby comin

It's kinda hard to leave this gang alone

It's either one or the other, So I gots to get my slang on

I started wit 25 off 100, Now I'm comin up

It's 6 months later, And I'm the one that's dippin double up

I hate seein crack babies

But when it comes to money, I get evil

Evil servant to my own people

I'm cold hearted, Tell the judge you can't half understand

I'll serve a kid if he comes wit a dump in his hand

Man it's bad, I wanna be a good dad

I just wanna give my baby things I never had

In my heart, That's a void, I'm paranoid

If I get caught wit this dope, I'm short

Street life got a nigga goin crazy

Jackers wanna fade me

I'm too young, I ain't the one to be pushin up daisie's

But soon, I'll be in the pen locked in till I'm 80

I'll never see my baby



[Snoop Sample:]

"God, Can ya save me?"



[Tik Tokk:]

I'm mr. town, The eastside comptown loc'sta

Known to pack a strap, Beat all still call me lil holster

I'm never missin, Witness caps I'm twistin

Fact I got the strap and mr. town is on a mission

We roll's up slow and pulls the .9 out

I didn't stick around to find out

I just kept dumpin as I seen niggaz fallin

Stumblin and crawlin

My homie hit the gas, We started haulin

Back in all black wit my big mac don

Ready to get mine, Look in the rear view mirror, Tell me what you find

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack behind yo lap wit my strap then jack ya grip

The streets gave me hate, So I'm givin it back

And i'd rather jack then be on short while you sittin on facts

They say be true to the game and the game'll be true to you

But the game got me bailin in these county blues

It's all about patrol job and ghetto swoll

Ya dope ride now locked in the hole

When I touch down

What'll become of mr. town?

Will I get my cap peeled

By vengeance of the black steel

In my face sealed

But can a nigga get some help?

Fools tryin to smoke me plus I'm thinkin of smokin myself

What can I do? I don't have a clue

My life is through, Ain't nobody I can turn to