Players keep playin`, haters keep hatin`
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow
Wash my hands in some in-scent smoke
Pull a leaf off a tree
Flip it over nothing innocent though
City split it over to me
Hennessey spilling over tenements of QB
It`s real or more a day
Plenty of ways to die
Plenty of ways to survive
Plenty of ways gettin` high
Straight sip the innocent kind
And the rest unjustified with an alibi, normal racquets
Undercovers with heat in their slumber jackets
Government badges and colored stripe brackets
G`s sittin` pretty like cash and (???)
Witty thugs play out; I obey the writer Ala
Swaying in and out, above and beyond
The humidity, really got me jittery
Cold like a barrel of ice
Dark shadows of life
I put my head on a pillow, di-do-do-ditto
What son say, you still know
I catch a chill flowing through my temple
It`s real simple
Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix
Dippin` through quick aiming to get you; it`s the click!
(Chorus)
For the thuns, each one to each one son
Street life is all I know
Ways to move I pay dues; I`m talking to all of you
Warfare is when you go
For the cash `cuz I reach for them... reach for them
Street life is all I know
Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories
Warfare is when you go
[Hostyle]
Yo..It`s Hostyle їque pasa?
No masa; tu eres no problema
їCliente hah?
Drama with dada is dangerous
Bang with anguish; Flame with a touch
Deranged ain`t enough
Gunpowder laying on my cuff
Call my bluff
The streets don`t stop; it`s like a marry-go-round
The beats don`t stop; multiply various rounds
Of hard knock, bar locked gates
These are the brakes
Family ties without a trace
Old G`s...??? With sheets of casper toke
Premeditated plans later dated
Haters waited with iron plated heat
Designed, made miraculously dated in deep memory
So...keep countin` dollars
Keep mine moving scholars of rap
With a lot of gats; holla` back!
(Chorus)
You`ll win by all means
Struggle for the cream
Hustle by ways of being
Don`t let prophecy end
Don`t let the Po-Po knock me again
Don`t let the `nine` cock freely in sin
Missiles through your flesh tissue... military issue
Guess you understand the risk you take
Dissed you on your forehead snake
More dead weight
Pitch fork love; It`s for coke thugs
Bitches huffin` & puffin`; huffin` & puffin` about nothin`
Watch you say I hold against you in the court of law
Gun firing; wall to wall
(???) closed from burn holes
Fires turned on my stone... Fuck That!
`Cuz I gotta eat; pockets so swolled
From reasons of livin`
The breath I`m givin`
All the checks I`m scribblin`; it`s real baby!
(Chorus)
