Brothers on the corner sellin junk
 got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
 You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
 Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk
 They got so many corners and they got so many spots
 And I can't even bump up the block
 without the  "Yo man  what you got?"
 I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange
 He's lookin for a hit for veins
 or he'll blow out somebody's brains
 Even the shorties livin naughty lives
 Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
 I just found out the candy store's a front
 They walk in the candy store
 Man G, candy's far from what they want
 You might see a pickle or a popsicle
 But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
 Honey used to look like a winner
 Now she can't even get took to dinner
 cause so many dealers ran up in her
 Somebody's blood is on the tar
 Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar
 Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody
 broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass
 Money got robbed for his bank
 They broke in his house and took everything
 except the kitchen sink
 Little man murdered on the scene
 He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17
 Granny's damn near pushin 80
 A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady
 Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone
 Yeah, this is my home sweet home

 Three card molly, another man to fool
 Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals
 I'm gettin frisked by the cops
 They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top
 Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me
 but yo I heard she's givin VD
 Just when you think the skies are gettin blue
 Bang bang -- another brother's split in two
 Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger
 Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her
 She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party
 Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body
 Sonny boy is goin on the strip
 Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip
 Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped
 and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped
 A baby is born and needs lovin
 but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven
 Cops killin our kids, but they bill us
 So what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers
 Everyday's another risk
 I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss
 No heat, just pots of hot water
 I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order
 Man that landlord is the lowest
 Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice
 I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh
 I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home

 *door shuts