featuring Masta Killa U God
[La the Darkman]
Bear witness to the god young thugs don't live long
Life is a game of chess ( you play the pawn) knowledge I born
Walk a righteous path you can never go wrong
Yo east New York gon ?skin connectin me? this kid live next to me
Manifests ecstacy to specialize in treachery
Subliminal wanted to be nuttin but a criminal
Wit braids and doo-loo dropped out the eight grade
Tradin rocks, mad obsessed wit guns, was infected
Should of came amongst gods, could of been resurrected
He expected to live long, holdin the glock
Never opened up his lessons, never took us alive
Robbed a liquor store, the old man knew him since four
Still slapped him wit the toast, and son emptied the cash drawer
Watchin news flicks, what the kid did, gettin famous
Found the owner in the back of the store, left brainless
The stainless was found, in the sewer three blocks down
The DE's flashed his picture around the Polo Grounds
Kicked his grandmother door down, wit a search warrant
Hand cuffed him in his boxers, tipped off by an informer
He was sentenced to thirty-two, quite quality
Allah rules, he should of listened to his jewels
Chorus 2x
[La the Darkman and Masta Killa]
Young thugs don't live long
Life is a game of chess, and you playin a pawn
I be king, listen to the knowledge I born
Walk a righteous path, and you can never go wrong (word up)
[Masta Killa]
This be the dance of the drunken, niggas found slunken
Over the stand room and one to his head black
All those he drove his next destination of home
Suddenly sniped from civilization
Reality starts to set in, his last thoughts
Flashin b
