Yea....so what-chya know about a criminals mentality?.....
Or what a **** sees when hes walkin on the sidewalk.. muggin mean
Big shirt, and baggy jeans
Pockets full of dope or a gun on his hip,
Posted up in a Gangsta lean with a fat joint lit...
You see crime an i see the will to survive.
I Raised myself an made myself a soilder with a hustle
A-hundred percent stone hard muscle
No room to hesitate,
just make yo money so you family has food on they plate
Dope'll always feed the babies cuz the fiends'll always pay
Police'll never give a break..
throw the only one makin money for their family in a cell
They tryin to make the,
gangstas, tha dope men, da pimps and da thugs slaves in uniforms locked in cages
for makin money when bosses won't hire nobody from tha hood just cuz -A- how they look
Maby we gonna rob the place, somebody gonna shoot us N we gon forget to call in late...
So what'd you say you know?
Nothin??... yea back away *** this is something only hood folk really know
So keep ya head low and go home. Watch who you glance at cuz round here murders are strung out on dope an tend to pull the trigger fast