as kids we could imagine buildin a mansion from rocks
who woulda known we was right, with crack in our socks/
guns ambush liek a jack in the box
i remember i'm supposed to be my mans at the spot/
soon as i rolled on the street, i seen an ambulance stop
couldn't hear it, my beats so high, it gave los angeles shocks/
i quiet the ignition, stop goes the sound of 2 pac
my eyes water up i seen my mans had been shot/
you see my and my crew of hustlers, had some ambitious plots
when anybody beefed with us, we let the hammers go pop/
you see life is like a movie, but the camera's not
hear the directors the grim reaper, got his hands in our plot/
i walk through the crowd, and see em layin in shock
i tell em revenge is tomorrow, makin damn sure they drop/
told em pretend, it's a dream, take whatever you got
imagine a place we live without hearin the sounds of the cops/
and everyone of our heroe's is there handin em props
told em the body leaves, but the man never stops/
answer every question his son can never ask of his pops
and keep my arms out, to catch em through life's hazardous drops/
i'll be the first to throw a rose in when the casket goes drop
and every blunt i smokes for you when chillin down at the docks/
i'll console his mother, for days after the wake, no if nots
so when i come ya way potna, make sure the gate isn't locked/
then his heart beat like crazy, after a minute it stopped
the emergncy technicians, started deliverin shocks/
his bodies shakin like a fish that got stranded on rocks
and the hour glass, no longer had any sand at the top/
blood managed to damage his clothes the flow wouldn't stop
though he's no longer alive still pourin outta the spot/
one second ya body develops the next minute it rots
every hustla on the block can call the devil his pops/
i seen the shooter, on his side, livin the life with his peeps
revved my engine heard the tires as they delightfully screech/
he yelled out to his boys, and at the hight of his speech
i unloaded my revenge, and aimed it right at his cheeks/
shot at the others in a hurry,seen one guy grab his piece
and with all frustrations of a child raised in drug ravaged streets/
i proceeded with my mission, with ferocity see
there's no way i'll let him, recover in some hospital sheets/
bodies dropped, alive, i knew they could not logically be
i was outty just in time, the cops arrived at the scene/
now enemies, just like my loved one, they died at they peak
his families all huddled up, they cry as we speak/
funk season underway, ain't seen the hight of it's reach
the media don't give a fuck, no better life can they preach/
and if there's any come back missions, they can die with they peeps
cus dead is somethin, my peoples and i couldn't be/
loaded up my 45 ready to ride in these streets
smokin sherm, till we forget how high that we be/
eye for eye, i try to change but the mentalities deep
thug for life, expect what my personality reaps/
so as i sit in front of the buildin, hearin the mothers all weap
revenge explodes in my brain till my conscience is weak/
and i shout out, this is what they want me to be
take a deep breath, exhale as it falls into steam/
i was born with the answer lost it all in a dream
a good child traded happiness, for ballin for cream/
what to do, i'll die a criminal before 22
buck first, cus you treat em how they do unto you/
grind, cus the last things on my minds to lose
i was dormant, but funerals they light the fuse/
urban warfare, don't tell me how to fight by rules
every drug spot in america's a drive by school/
i was put here, don't tlel me bout the life i choose
used the second i burst out the fillopian tubes/
black out, whenever i'm catching sight of these fools
the only time i hide's when i'm behind 22's/
final payback, pulled right beside of these dudes
3 dead homies later, they gon pay me some dues/
cruise to a halt, pulled out the gun that i picked
cocked back the hammer, watched the rollow go rip/
but as i did this, felt somethings in my stomachs abyss
is it my conscience back to haunt me for the drama i did/
or is it all the consequences, reserved for the hollow tips
spent on my enemies, fillin up hells hollow pit/
or is it all of it, wish i could call it quits
put my hand on my belly stalled, oh god, i've been hit./
ain't seen my homie since he died, now it's time to visit
furious faces above me, watched the triggers click in/
it sinks in, and pride weathers the scream
when my eyes close, this time, i got forever to dream
who woulda known we was right, with crack in our socks/
guns ambush liek a jack in the box
i remember i'm supposed to be my mans at the spot/
soon as i rolled on the street, i seen an ambulance stop
couldn't hear it, my beats so high, it gave los angeles shocks/
i quiet the ignition, stop goes the sound of 2 pac
my eyes water up i seen my mans had been shot/
you see my and my crew of hustlers, had some ambitious plots
when anybody beefed with us, we let the hammers go pop/
you see life is like a movie, but the camera's not
hear the directors the grim reaper, got his hands in our plot/
i walk through the crowd, and see em layin in shock
i tell em revenge is tomorrow, makin damn sure they drop/
told em pretend, it's a dream, take whatever you got
imagine a place we live without hearin the sounds of the cops/
and everyone of our heroe's is there handin em props
told em the body leaves, but the man never stops/
answer every question his son can never ask of his pops
and keep my arms out, to catch em through life's hazardous drops/
i'll be the first to throw a rose in when the casket goes drop
and every blunt i smokes for you when chillin down at the docks/
i'll console his mother, for days after the wake, no if nots
so when i come ya way potna, make sure the gate isn't locked/
then his heart beat like crazy, after a minute it stopped
the emergncy technicians, started deliverin shocks/
his bodies shakin like a fish that got stranded on rocks
and the hour glass, no longer had any sand at the top/
blood managed to damage his clothes the flow wouldn't stop
though he's no longer alive still pourin outta the spot/
one second ya body develops the next minute it rots
every hustla on the block can call the devil his pops/
i seen the shooter, on his side, livin the life with his peeps
revved my engine heard the tires as they delightfully screech/
he yelled out to his boys, and at the hight of his speech
i unloaded my revenge, and aimed it right at his cheeks/
shot at the others in a hurry,seen one guy grab his piece
and with all frustrations of a child raised in drug ravaged streets/
i proceeded with my mission, with ferocity see
there's no way i'll let him, recover in some hospital sheets/
bodies dropped, alive, i knew they could not logically be
i was outty just in time, the cops arrived at the scene/
now enemies, just like my loved one, they died at they peak
his families all huddled up, they cry as we speak/
funk season underway, ain't seen the hight of it's reach
the media don't give a fuck, no better life can they preach/
and if there's any come back missions, they can die with they peeps
cus dead is somethin, my peoples and i couldn't be/
loaded up my 45 ready to ride in these streets
smokin sherm, till we forget how high that we be/
eye for eye, i try to change but the mentalities deep
thug for life, expect what my personality reaps/
so as i sit in front of the buildin, hearin the mothers all weap
revenge explodes in my brain till my conscience is weak/
and i shout out, this is what they want me to be
take a deep breath, exhale as it falls into steam/
i was born with the answer lost it all in a dream
a good child traded happiness, for ballin for cream/
what to do, i'll die a criminal before 22
buck first, cus you treat em how they do unto you/
grind, cus the last things on my minds to lose
i was dormant, but funerals they light the fuse/
urban warfare, don't tell me how to fight by rules
every drug spot in america's a drive by school/
i was put here, don't tlel me bout the life i choose
used the second i burst out the fillopian tubes/
black out, whenever i'm catching sight of these fools
the only time i hide's when i'm behind 22's/
final payback, pulled right beside of these dudes
3 dead homies later, they gon pay me some dues/
cruise to a halt, pulled out the gun that i picked
cocked back the hammer, watched the rollow go rip/
but as i did this, felt somethings in my stomachs abyss
is it my conscience back to haunt me for the drama i did/
or is it all the consequences, reserved for the hollow tips
spent on my enemies, fillin up hells hollow pit/
or is it all of it, wish i could call it quits
put my hand on my belly stalled, oh god, i've been hit./
ain't seen my homie since he died, now it's time to visit
furious faces above me, watched the triggers click in/
it sinks in, and pride weathers the scream
when my eyes close, this time, i got forever to dream
