Yeah uh huh That true shit That shit that makes me feel shit To all my niggas and my bitches Yo, check it, uh huh It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes Know they staring, brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing Stuck, contemplating on who I can trust But like Lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed But thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns Don't get mad, rip your hun, concentrate on my funds Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist Never get patted down when I step in the place Jiggied up, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib Gem star, double edge apply pressure Shave 'em down, blow marks right through your mecca Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look Stick 'em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push God-Body, with a rubber grip black shotti Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies A dossage, hand delivered, without postage Bring it to your door step quick on short notice Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Bronckite Show 'em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic Why'd you have to raise me this way You showed me how to survive the concrete But how long only time can say Whatever, you are a part of me Why'd you have to raise me this way I'm surprised we alive today But how long who am I to say Whatever, you are a part of me This is something you feel nigga Like the theme song from Hill Street Blues This is real, this is ill street news How he gone, and left his moms mind struck And now his brother ain't giving a fuck Little sister giving up the butt now, dun' don't wet that I want you to rest black 'Cause you better belive Noyd goin' handle that 'Cause when I get em, I'ma have 'em Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them I'm no killer, you know me But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my CO-D And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly You keep it up and you will be dead like your homie But I gotta redeem and get this cream by any means I never been clean Nigga, my whole click got dirty From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves Nigga you heard me It's gangsta, it's gangsta Why'd you have to raise me this way You showed me how to survive the concrete But how long only time can say Whatever, you are a part of me Why'd you have to raise me this way I'm surprised we alive today But how long who am I to say Whatever, you are a part of me Vision the canvas I paint a picture Similar to Ernie's Barnes nigga But mines is more ghetto more guns More drugs, mostly thugs All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out Jumped off the roof and fell to his death, it's real Hand ball walls displayed with R I P murials Those who sling, play the shadows by the building Devils spring, kept em going while the snows blowing Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke The sun sets looks beautiful over the projects What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at If you look close, you can see the bricks chipped off Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off, don't get clipped off Why'd you have to raise me this way You showed me how to survive the concrete But how long only time can say Whatever, you are a part of me Why'd you have to raise me this way I'm surprised we alive today But how long who am I to say Whatever, you are a part of me Why'd you have to raise me this way I loved y'all till this day But how long only time can say Whatever, you are a part of me It's real

Yeah, yeah, check it out now Run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence I don't give a fuck about my presence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel Twenty-four seven, Mac 11 is my people So, why you wanna end your little life like this? 'Cuz now you bump heads wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive the last night Damn right, I ain't trying to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when I start blasting Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear 'cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans with a stranger, word is born I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you Fuck where you're at kid, it's where you're from 'Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin' but the big guns Around my way, niggaz don't got remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'ma point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real? Step to the hill, then I'ma test your gun skills 'Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle But swing that bullshit this way And I'ma make your visit to the bridge a muthafukin' short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done Six blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you? Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuck What the hell you smoking? What the fuck possessed you To come out your face? Now I have to wet you Throw on my tims, black mask and black serpent Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 'Cuz I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live Rocking convertibles, drop tops and mad high? Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on cream And your whole clique got nothin' but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in saran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the bridge, boy remember My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him, slow down cousin But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects But wit no doubt, shorty's out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye From smoking that 118, [Incomprehensible] Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed Wit a firepack, don't even go there, 'cuz it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, "What, you trying to play me?" You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy

Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck So what's the deal poppy? You heard the feds almost got me I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby Negotiating like an Illuminati network Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect When I lost but back then was my fault Now it's time to floss Eye for an eye what's mine is yours I need a suite with the flowers Complementary at Trump Towers Sit at the table we can build for hours On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse The World Is Yours written all over the blimps Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning From [unverified] and prima, loads of women rockin' linen I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan Movin' niggas out tha hood and just divide 'em with fam Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man About the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand Give it up fast, quick and not slow Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit QBC, nigga grab your click Yeah son, I'm feelin' it, opposition want me dead, concealin' shit Four gats got me livin', kid, rushin' through my pyramid You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch Ran his mouth like a bitch, now he's layin' in a ditch Daily dug for himself on his grave I had to piss Scud missile never miss you Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip through You metal deeper, you ain't havin' it me either It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers Huh, huh Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man Word up The tough guy strong me, I guess he got plans to ruin me He want ta do me slowly but surely I beat his fast ass a bit early Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly Put the drome to his dome let him know it's never early You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes He was surprised I snatched him up regulated his gat And backed him up, stepped to the side, P blast em up Hey yo, cannons are rough, you got strucked up, ya strokes slit So rapper nigga playin' thug try to pro shit (Yo, kill that nigga, man) All I remember was I shot for his throat G You see big guns and 3-D is haunting It gets deep, fuckin' with these Chinese Thai weed burnin' my hip from hot gats Burnin' my lips from roach clips Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m. These 'R-tape meridian' cats, insomniacs Four in the mornin' we throwin' back some Cognac juice Lettin' gats loose in the blue van blitz through These kids too couldn't find the pistol Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin' my necklace I'm bent off some next shit, gasoline wick, a kerosene twist Stumblin', place of my gun right, it's slipped down its caliber Lookin' for chicks that he can stab now Numbed up for my fiery cup, I held juice of sin's nectar Saints found they youth Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin' ya luck My pipe games like a night train top speed through ya warm piece [Unverified] to say the least Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow Not goin' to the cell if it ain't a freak show Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin' this shit QBC, niggas grab their click Give it up fast, quick and not slow Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit QBC, nigga grab your click (And that's how it go) And that's it nigga (If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak show Ya know what I'm sayin'? (Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up) Don't go (You know the deal) Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc to the exit Niggas we out, what up (The Infamous) It's over baby (Fuck 9-6 to 9-7) Tell the rest of the crew