all by his mercy You know I can recall when pops left home He used to write us twice a year we didn't have a phone I grew up on my own my mama cried
way in the back How I know? 'Cause I know, I used to flow wit the bro He didn't mind I used to read him his own headline 'Cause he could not read 'em
gin for a while, taking straight shots Hold my brother behind the gates, locked Beat and backed by the state cops Stripped of our language, walked around
ren One shot, they disappearin It's ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy shit Took home, "Ready to Die," listened, studied shit Now they on some money
out here snitchin We was one step away from takin this crack money and recyclin it through the ghettoes and buildin back up our own hoods Now all you niggaz start snitchin on
get our shit together and move it along Had dreams of being Big niggas, Jig niggas Drivin the hottest cars, movin out with our moms and I'm [Chorus: Gwen Dickey] Wishing on
me? But uh, uh we both are with Paid In Full I'm not on Paid In Full Records no more, no longer on contract I'm doin' my own thing, Chamillitary Entertainment
'ren One shot, they disappearin Its ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy shit Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied shit Now they on some money shit
meant me, to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin broads home On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chips bought to make our own porno flicks, my
[Intro] Yea this is for gangsta's only The dance floor's packed and them thangs is on me These cats wanna hate cause they dangers on me We strapped in
dollars just to holler at us? Mad cause the Benzes is hot, the Impalas is plush Nobody bothered me when I used to hop on the bus Now the cops follow
hustle, cuz the family was large No fancy cars, no shrimp scampi or caviar Just a cold plate of agony, mixed with a harsh reality Fuck a donation, we started our own
stories! [Krayzie Bone] I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard This nigga was ballin y'all, big house driveway full of cars This nigga
Huck! Huck! The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye watches the city streets contract twist and cripple and crack. Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now
all by his mercy Rapverse1 (Waqas) U know I can recall when pops left home He used to write us twice a year We didn't have phone I grew up on my own
on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes Yo kid don't say that That's when we bumped heads with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic The way
though we'd fight and clash, we'd get past the nonsense With no grown folk intervenin, we conscious Do it on our own with caution Punches are thrown,
