Momma told me stay away from the streets, But it's too late, they started round one
We got soldiers wearing helmets and toting big guns, nigga we ain't in this shit for fun
If I knew what came with this, these children dying, these women lying, these bullets flying
They took my closest homie last week, and I saw his mama on fox four crying
We the three boys, nigga, we chase your ass down like you owe us something, nigga give us that this bitch worry about this that and she don't even know her pussy wack
Got four-four-four down on my teeth, I took shit to the chin, nigga, I kept a G, long live G Baby
We kept out that three, I ain't had nobody on my side but tee
I'm a made man, nigga, I know my morals, nigga, I watch movies, I learn
They put my grandma in the urn, I felt her soul when they let her burn
You can't tell me shit, I felt the worst, this a life of sin, I feel like I'm cursed
I'm a dead nigga walking, I'm supposed to be in the dirt, but shit, I'm living off these fuckin' Yerks
The streets, but it's too late, round two just began
I'm looking at my friends, friends, they backdooring, nigga, I gotta keep my ten
That bitch played, she sent two niggas to the crib, I got blood on my fence
When I catch you, nigga, it's gonna be what it is, but fuck you, nigga, I'ma kill your kids
Have a fight inside the hood, momma looking at us like, look what the fuck we started
It's four a.m. when we creep on the opps we get that low, I told them to park it
I put my ski down, put my heat up, nigga, you know I'm a fucking spark it
We kick yo door down without no invitation, nigga, it was never no knocking
Me and Doe up on a mission, me and Dee steady chasin' chicken
Got a hunnid round we gon bust his fitted
For allat shit, talking about"I wasn't with it"
Bro got a Foe and a Chop inna back, nigga when we pull up, nigga we gon let that blatt
Nigga we double back in that scat nigga when we jump out, nigga we spray with Macs
Mama told me"stay away from the streets" but it's too late we in Wartime
I got a hundred shooters strapped around yo house just in case I gotta make that call, we slide
We dump that fye, we slang that iron, you know we having this shit, we having them ties
I seen a nigga die and I ain't been right since I ain't had no time
I'm crying blood I miss my brother I wish he kept his pipe he always keep a kutta
I trapped outta that gutta nigga sometimes I don't even know how I made it this far
He wanna shoot dice with us so we set em up nigga we come out from the parking car
It's do or die and ima slang my stick I bet I won't shoot from a far
I was down bad on my dick I ain't have no chedda so I had to go up in them houses
This lil hoe throwing this big bitch on me, I like how she do it I love when she bounce it
I gotta keep it real I ain't have it til I found it
You playing with me that's the sound of it
Thou shall not kill but a nigga bound to hit
We slide on his block with them coolin kits