Letras
Right there off 83rd
Gangs whacked out on the curb
I seen a n**** body drop can't tell the boys what I observed
I took these words made em count
Took $200.00 from allowance
And gave that shit to C-Crazy
He came back with .380
Had that shit in my Jansport til the summer up
They on the court killing for sport they running numbers up
I can't be another statistic
Can't have em checking ballistics
I'd rather pay me a visit to a level 4 yard
Before yall have to pour yall
liquor in my memory
Why you saying cuz when you don't bang that shit be killing me
Why you saying blood when you don't hang that shit be sending me
We both broke and off the block you aint my enemy
But you still pressing me wanna know where my family stay
That's why this Glock will turn your head to Shane Battier
I know if I do that shit yall n**** gone retaliate
Then the war continues
I'd rather be at Ocean Prime sorting through the menu
Change my mind state
I lost my mother f**** n**** to the crime rate
Miss my n**** Yac
Miss my n**** Black
Bring my n**** back
I Miss my n**** Bam
Slap boxing in yo momma van
I ain't wanna fight but that shit made me who I am
It made me who I am yeah
All the L's I took em on the chin yeah
Now we balling
We above the rim yeah
Written By Wendell James Hayden"