This one here goes out, to the Ghetto

To the Street corneres

To the homeless thats duckin and dodgen the police

To the soldiers thats out there puttin in work

To the soldiers out there thats makin it Happen

Straitback to the Penitentary





Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block

Aint no love on the block, So we keep them thangs cocked





Six in the mornin', Nine at night

Feinds beatin on the window, Lookin for tha crack Pipe

Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo

Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for

Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga

And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a little liqour

We dont Gangbang, just crack deal

Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel

Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo

Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store

Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc

C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock









This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz

Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz

We chasin riches, we love bitches

Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches

At the club, Show me love

And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs

We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz

Ghetto millionairs, one-hundred percent real niggaz

Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water

Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters

Wonder why we out here, And how we got here

Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here