'm 'bout to rep my motherfuckin' hood This is my hood, nigga It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq Binoculars, eyes
From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos Went from grams to kilos Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and c-notes Game got my eyes wider than a
jam (Bang bang) I'm tryin' to jucks some more grams and work this whole thing My minds poisoned, corrupted and diseased 360 Ki's, money make the world
fan? Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue Evil grin, dead eyes, walkin' wit a bock, monster Best way to describe my posture In this world of
'm reportin' I won't distort, I don't contort Connect, conduct, collect, console or conceal In full control of the roll of the wheel My eyes are my appliance
all the world All the guys and the girls You got to die to lovin' money And them diamonds and pearls So as the tears (Tears roll from my eyes, yeah)
life or two End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
life or two End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
just take a pull in the hail Thinkin' about my niggas that's locked up in jail My mind dwells on crime sales, we wipin' off mad shells Only time will
cuts hurt ya eyes Got tha chicks that work them thighs Pull the top back on the prowler like tha car ain't circumcised Burglarize hoes, leave ya eyes
community need more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the drugs got crime on killing the love the spirits above drop a warning sigh its only 1999 but
for me Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea, yea, y'all Living in a city where thugs don't live that long So sleeping in a home where only gangsta
slicker My *** for real 'cause I'm that *** Reason that you hurtin' is you gotta take your problems Straight to the Lord, no one, only He can solve 'em See what I see but look through my eyes
tryin' to stay rich How many ways can a killer get paid? How many niggas want a gansta boogie? I see the junkie in your eyes What do you see me when
know why everything turns grey, but it's our own world we paint And I want the brightest, I want flourescence every day and night For the rest of my life, open your eyes
for complaining so much I thank you lord for my life Your the only one that understands my pain I'm twenty three, I done seen the whole world rot Every type of crime
back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is Hell Livin' in the world no different from