Intro:
Shit, sometimes man I just,
get stressed out I be like damn yo,
I wanna go over here and smack a nigga up
you know what I'm sayin'
Crime Syndicate shit though niggaz know us
Know what I'm saying my peeps put me on
For real ... shit's fucked up yo
You know what I'm saying religion's all good
But where was heaven? Yo
Verse 1:
An ordinary cat from outta projects
Since I was younger though
Mom raised her children
Pops dipped a long time ago
In my mind I see flashbacks
I had no fancy clothes
Skinny, ugly, notty head nigga crying with a snotty nose
Even though my father neglect he pay the child support
Hadn't seen him all these years
I hug his ass in court
Always saying I'm coming to get you and I be waiting to
Holiday and birthday presents was never coming through
'Member at the age 13 I started smoking weed
Hangin' out wid cats that was older start to run the street
Dropped outta high school selling drugs, impressing chics
Spent most my cheddar on gear
My man was buying whips
New York, Jamaican, Miami niggaz
Flooded Virginia quick
Cause signing work only if buying
pressure was high as shit
'Member when I first got hit
I seen the iron spit
50 cash bend in one corner bleeding where pellet hit
My man Shawnny Hill doing strong
Slug burnt through his lower back side
Cracked his spine exit his arm
Lost him twice on the hospital table
And when he died I cried my eyes out
I couldn't take it (damn damn)
But the same things continued to happen
Niggaz got bust
I'm a kid with a grown man's mind turning corrupt
Playing innocent infront of my elders
I was running with them cats that be robbing to awkward (man tell 'em)
If my name was up in any type trouble
My moms would tell me
Just like you brothers into some shit go get a job or something
Just a little bum on the street
Not working hard for nottin'
Scratch
