"but that's the game mayne, hop crank and cocaine
cellophane and bakin soda, b-twelve and propane/
food stamps... section eight's, H-U-D and razor blades
junky mommas makin' baby fiends, they couldn't change they ways/
my disciples is street kids... that done at least three bids
ain't even fifteen still... they already have three kids/
so tell em what a dream is , when mommas just a fiend bitch
that's out there suckin mean dick, strugglin for each hit/
and these days he's grown, holdin on for his life
momma's little ghetto boy, try to get over the strife/
he's a hard headed soldier, keepin cash in his socks
and there's a crack in the buildin where he stash all his rocks/
every book report he did was on Iceberg Slim
live like a kid in the in day, but at night turns grim/"
Young Moe
cellophane and bakin soda, b-twelve and propane/
food stamps... section eight's, H-U-D and razor blades
junky mommas makin' baby fiends, they couldn't change they ways/
my disciples is street kids... that done at least three bids
ain't even fifteen still... they already have three kids/
so tell em what a dream is , when mommas just a fiend bitch
that's out there suckin mean dick, strugglin for each hit/
and these days he's grown, holdin on for his life
momma's little ghetto boy, try to get over the strife/
he's a hard headed soldier, keepin cash in his socks
and there's a crack in the buildin where he stash all his rocks/
every book report he did was on Iceberg Slim
live like a kid in the in day, but at night turns grim/"
Young Moe
LIKE WHOA!!!
TIGHT SHIT MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
i give props, when props are due.
D-Locc