You know it`s hard, out here in the streets
A pity we gotta be in these streets
Haters, are everywhere
Cause shit and with somethin` deeper than you and me
It`s hard, a cold, cold world
Sometimes can`t even trust ya own girl
Gotta stand here and face my fears
Ain`t gonna shed no more tears
I started younger than most, got turned out sellin` dope
Skippin` school to fuck bitches, carryin` guns in my coat
With dreams to sit on meal tickets, if I slang enough of this shit
Become a boss and be a made man, impossible to hit
Buy a mansion like Scarface, estate surrounded by gates
Cold killers on the payroll, `case they come for the safe
Build a empire, they can`t infiltrate
We all aspire to be kings but we could end up bein` inmates
See it ain`t all peaches and cream, take a look at the game
Pour out some Hennessy and take a walk down memory lane
I lost so many homies
Chasin` this American dream for Cuban links and Lamborghinis
Talkin` ballin` supreme, look in my eyes
And you can see the pain I`m feelin` inside, look in the sky
And ask the Lord to be my strength and my guide, and wonder why?
He put us here, because the ghetto is hell, we hypnotized
It`s like the Devil got us under a spell, under a spell..
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Trapped..
In this ghetto prison and I`m always
Strapped..
People are acting crazy and I can`t
Relax..
I ain`t gon` stress it anymore I won`t shed no tears
For half my life cats been tryin` to have my life
I been, blasted twice by jealous bastards right
And I done banked more cats than niggaz done wrote raps
Done balled off dope sacks
Fell off and came back
I done knocked on niggaz` doors with straps
Split they wigs with lumberjacks
Beat they ass with baseball bats
Nigga how real is that?
I done seen a lotta sick ass shit
Quit fuckin` wit` some of my niggaz cuz they did a lot of trick ass shit
And all my best friend been gone for ten with no release, stay..
Caged like an animal 23 hours a day
They hit us up with secret indicments and three strikers
They send us everywhere from Pelican Bay to Rikers
I got, scars and stripes been scarred for life
Almost, lost my life fuckin` with faulters twice
Who can you trust? When ya best friend`ll cross you up
And turn state`s evidence for the deal that he cut
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We used to stab out in my Chevy Impala, wit` no brakes
The whole crew packin` tre-five-sevens, and thirty-eights, like Doc Holiday
Bailin` from the Fifty, and barely got away
Baby G`s... High speedin`, sippin on Tanqueray
Tryin`a take the pain away, cuz we all in poverty
And ain`t no way out but bank robberies or the lottery
I roam the block, swallowin` D, strapped with the ride low, (??)
Whatever it takes, to get the Expos and Tahoes
And only God knows, what they gon` hit us with next
They tryin`a scare us off the set, cuttin` off welfare checks
And tearin` down the projects, where niggaz grew up as Gs
And three strikes`ll get ya life, in the land of the free
I often pray for paradise, for all my niggaz and me
We came a long way, we all seeds from a strong tree
But took the wrong way, the life of drug dealin` and crime
Niggaz` drugs spillin` and killin` with nines, killin` our kind
[Hook] - 2X
