i remember the day the pd kicked down my front door/rushin in automatics,12 gauges strapped hardcore/lookin for my bro/whuta ya know?/he skipped town/all because sum fools got live/and thought he was'nt down/about his shit but did'nt see the strap in his waist/gunshots in the night take that to debate/you shoulda known but you were'nt readin-the hostility a pinoy got in his eyes/to their surprise/his nature rise/a homie really was'nt playin/now they fucked up gushin out blood on the street they layin/when it came to the other side dudes got to snitchen/had the nerve to mean mug when they finallyn seen him/(in the courtroom) i thought you knew/but got the game ass backward is a sin/to the game thought you'd come for him in the end?/but for 5 years you never seen him and then/our family went underground/ spending time with visits and packages/never knew we grew up as savages/i was the youngest but a homie always peeped game/now these peers of mine all know the name/would'nt fuck around and disrespect/cause a dude like me got too much stress on my neck/i can't call it even though it's the past/can't forget that shit will always last/so we about ours livin life cuttin off phonys/cause alot of mutherfuckers wanna act like they know me/but we rise and stay above/and for my real homies you know toop will always have luv/for the rest that did'nt know the deal/they can never fade the real/it's a muthafucka especially when it comes to dealin with fakes/cause with a buster we could never relate...
thats it for now but i might come back to it for another verse.
thats it for now but i might come back to it for another verse.