[Jamal]

Simpty is for them simp ass niggaz

Talkin lot, til I spray dumpin ??? niggaz

Whenver talklin shit, I straight rip 'em

And niggaz know I come equip when I whip them



[Short Dawg]

You say how can I make these dirty raps

Number one albums, back to back

If it was 1950, do you think I sell, no

They probably throw me straight to jail

I tell you life just ain't what it used to be

Between you and me, exclusively

Everybody's changed, were losing our minds

The government won't help, cause they refuse to find

A solution to the problems of the inner streets

Its a shame what our kids are beginning to be

Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers

There ain't no love, there ain't nothin but anger

We don't go to church and can't pray in school

Listen real close to what I'm sayin fool

I know kids who went to school together

Now they all grown up, tryin to kill each other

Shootouts on the playground is where it goes down

But back in the day, we rode the merry-go-round

And some little kid might shoot me tonight

And I always used to wonder what the future be like

Curse words on the tv and radio

You wanna see sex, turn it on HBO

Late at night, you see women freak women

Sex sale, that's why I keep pimpin

I grew up in the 70s', somethin like Crooklyn

But I was in Cali not Brooklyn

I could tell the whole world was going crazy

But it really didn't happen til the 80s'

With freebasin and smokin crack

A lotta people learned not to joke with that

Streets flooded, with homeless folks

Whole families, lives gone up in smoke

We're all related to a crackhead

Sometimes I wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bed

Layin these thinkin bout things

About the way life change

How women used to like to wear decent clothes

Now they curse like men and dress like hoes

You supposed to be a virgin til you marry

But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby

Babies havin babies

Rappers like me always disrespectin ladies

Wonder why its like that, well so do I

But I just turn my back and then I go get high

Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch 

And you bought it, so don't be mad I got rich

Ask your grandparents, is life the same

Man thangs change



Chorus



There used to be a time when old folks were respected

Kids talkin back was never accepted

Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap

But kids nowadays will curse out old folks

Then you tell me I need to be a role model

And get these babies off the 40ounce bottles

But I'm not the one who made alcohol legal

Liquor stores on every corner that's why we go

Buy 40ounces and go get drunk

Don't respect our kids, like no good punks

And then they grow up to be hardcore criminals

Shoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin hoes

I know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic right

So Baby D won't you tell them what its like



[Baby D]

Its kinda hard comin up as a youngster

Gotta deal with the roof that I'm under

Even though my moms got it hard

My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a father

But times have changed bro

I never ever seen Santa Claus comin through the ghetto

But you know what i always see

I always see the white man robbin the black man back G

And I don't even get in trouble for it

And I don't see nothin forward

Always tryin to beat the black man to death

Punk police wanna hide behind your badge

Always tryin arrest somebody

All we gotta do is beat him with the billyclub

Here I come, I comin with my gun

I'm shootin in the head police now what



[Short Dawg]

I tell you life is too short for it to be like that

We gotta be leaders, can't follow the pack

With all them fiends in the streets smokin crack

What you give life is what it gives you back

Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin new

But when you get the money gotta know what to do

Buy you a business or buy you a house

Just so the police can't wipe you out

I heard it in the streets, they say you the man

So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin hand

Now what we gone do



[Mr. Malik]

We came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti

I said we came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti

Now run up and get gun up the slack black

I'm hittin blackjack in the casino when I mack slap

What you wanna play like Al Pacino with this

Type of style withthe lyricist this funk of hits

and the biscuits I drop

Motherfuckers know I come down and show me ??

I don't really care

From the front or the rear

Word to your mother I'm bout to smother and smear

Its that master all I intelligent

Chain that I swing from the others is irrelevant

For you motherfucker step up to the m-i-c

I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally G

Its Malik and I freak it's obsolete

My technique motherfucker know I flow over beats 

Like water, slaughter dick in yo daughter

And my nuts up in her jaws when she suckin on my balls

Yiggy y'all niggaz best to ask somebody

Cause I'm shootin motherfuckers down with the shotty

Its the motherfuckin master blaster

Its, its the motherfuckin ghetto bastard