still in the hood

i get cheese like wisconson, sonin'em like bronx residence, only fuckin wit real g's weak nigga's are too hesitant fleeing from their well being, while im fleeing the sceene tryin not to get positivley I.D.'ed, i make moves like vietkong underground, though i still get around my town, you could say im down - in the trenches - life gets hectic, got mouths to feed no time for stressin