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All kids in a two bedroom apartmant
Got my momma sellin weed thats some she can pay the rent
And the damn police kickin down the door
Got us dogged and scared, hollin get on the floor
I'll see my daddy in some years, got my sheddin some tears
Im the oldest so I gotta get my momma out of here
My cousin was thuggin whit the mouth full of gold
Got some different Nikes everytime he stepped in the door
My cousin was straigh and said the money was good
1996 the crack get a hold in my hood
And here I go, its time to get my huslte on
2 o'clock in the morning before Im goin back home
Im tryin get home quick on my new mountbike
Got my momma hollin my name cause this is school nite
Air Max on my feet and my jeans...
I was 14 years old represent my street
Man stuck out n wild in 1997
Put the 22 up and come out with the mac 11
And one year made the name for myself on a block
And dont know nigga disrespected me cause im pushin a rocks
Its like last year im still representin my street
But its different cause mother niggas wanted some beef
And my momma talkin shit that i dont wanna hear
I see some boys that i know but they stay from around here
So i split second in my chest i feel fear
I looked little closer and saw the skimask on his head
Im tryin to run and caught the bullet in my leg
All of a sudden i remember what mama have say
But its too late cause now im layin in the hospital bed
Two weaks later thats when the nigga got out
I told myself i wouldnt do nothin but stay in the house...
998 was worse than 1997
One of my cousins in the pen and two of my cousins up in heaven...
And the police, then they closed my dope house now
And all of a sudden daddy wanna come back around
And my lil brotha, he's just wanna hang in the streets
And I cant stop him cause he got that shit from lookin at me
And most of my partners lookin motherfuckin shame
Some of em boys on the dope, some of em boys on the caine
Im feelin the pain deep down in my thought
Im feelin the game and the game aint no joke
And my momma always tell me John slow down
And im steady shootin with demn cats on other side of town
I aint no lie, it hurts, but ima soulja on top
I find myself in church but the heart dont stop
What i do next, go back to slangin a rocks
First day back on the block confrontation with the cops
Its a cold world nigga and i know that fa sho
Got me hopin and prayin that the police let me go
But i know they wont so i aint even go front
Took me to jail and gave me fo 15 month
And when i get out this nigga play step daddy row
First time he out of a line ima bust him in his nose
My momma said she love me but i need to go
Its just too hard and she cant take the stress no more