i woke up b4 the sun
headed for the block
if im a get the ones gotta punch in before the cops
i slept 3 hrs a day for that i got props
had to stay focused any second it could pop
any minute someone may wanna test ya knuckles
run up on u with a blade wanna cut you
u got rivals on every corner wanna crush u
stick up kids waiting for mistakes ready to fuck u
u wanna expand u aint got the muscle
baby on the way
no fam to love u
try hard to believe its a god above u
when u cant see the path
and where u are is all u have
when ur life is a problem
and u cant do the math
cept u can pay ur rent
if u flip this half
so u split this dutch
and u tip this bag
steam it way
dream better days
don't forget to serve them fiends these trays
narc's on rooftops
they taking pictures
informants is buying product
paying off snitches
this is no road to the riches
its a trap for the lost and ambitious
me i was babyfaced
so when it all started to cave
i was unscathed
but my boys
shoved in cells
shoved in graves
brothers knocked and locked
in critical numbers
sentenced to biblical numbers
so right now
i reminisce on the dice game
how we kept it rolling till the fights came
or the vice came
how we use to slap box
sharing chicken out the box
we would argue on the block
bout who the greatest mc...nas biggie or pac
life long friends
they gone for life
those were my brothers
we lived by it
swore by it
died by it
peace
headed for the block
if im a get the ones gotta punch in before the cops
i slept 3 hrs a day for that i got props
had to stay focused any second it could pop
any minute someone may wanna test ya knuckles
run up on u with a blade wanna cut you
u got rivals on every corner wanna crush u
stick up kids waiting for mistakes ready to fuck u
u wanna expand u aint got the muscle
baby on the way
no fam to love u
try hard to believe its a god above u
when u cant see the path
and where u are is all u have
when ur life is a problem
and u cant do the math
cept u can pay ur rent
if u flip this half
so u split this dutch
and u tip this bag
steam it way
dream better days
don't forget to serve them fiends these trays
narc's on rooftops
they taking pictures
informants is buying product
paying off snitches
this is no road to the riches
its a trap for the lost and ambitious
me i was babyfaced
so when it all started to cave
i was unscathed
but my boys
shoved in cells
shoved in graves
brothers knocked and locked
in critical numbers
sentenced to biblical numbers
so right now
i reminisce on the dice game
how we kept it rolling till the fights came
or the vice came
how we use to slap box
sharing chicken out the box
we would argue on the block
bout who the greatest mc...nas biggie or pac
life long friends
they gone for life
those were my brothers
we lived by it
swore by it
died by it
peace