Dead or Alive

[Intro: 38 Spesh] Huh, you see what they don't understand, man, is that us as emcees, we got power, man We got the power to lead the people The power to motivate It's up to us to use the power the right way, nah'm sayin'? And right now it's all about writin' these ghetto scriptures, man Only a selective few can really motivate the people, man To really help them get through the struggle, man And that's what we here for, nah'm sayin'? [Verse 1: Kool G Rap] G from that struggle life, stormy days, troubled nights Drunkies in sight where I live, B, it wasn't light Little kids dirty, their heads covered with fuckin' lice My best friend died, cut 'em twice where they chuck the dice Pops was a woman beater, lefty, righty, good with either Heavy drinker on top of the sink is where he put the liter Moms was a good wife to 'em, yo, they don't make 'em sweeter She baked the meat up, nurse the kids when they baked with fever NYC when it was homicide capital Niggas scratchin' for truth, show you exactly what that smack'll do Niggas'll kill they own mother over that pack of jewels Only one in the pack that was tryna' get out of that bracket, dude The jack of cruise, cruisin' on those makin' that massive move The magnitude that turned avenues to a black Peru Of street poets who see bullet holes where them ratchets blew Casket blue, in the wake, 38, come give 'em chapter 2 [Chorus: Cormega] We still here representin' dead or in prison with ghetto scripture Every line is thoroughly written We been there, cold nights, treacherous livin' I put my life on the line if it betters my children's We still here representin' dead or in prison with ghetto scripture Every line is thoroughly written We been there, cold nights, treacherous livin' I put my life on the line if it betters my children's [Verse 2: 38 Spesh] I'm from a place where niggas raised by they mommas and no support from they fathers Get older and still pay homage, we still take dollars Them dollar bills ain't honest when tomorrow meals ain't promised You ain't never had to starve while your parents watch You and your siblings share a plate while they sharin' rocks You ain't never covered your hands with a pair of socks That's why I'm runnin' 'round with a pair of Glocks We was cold, all the drugs we had we done sold All them niggas that I know gotta see parole And they keep gettin' denied Weak niggas done cried That time'll eat niggas alive You know I'm starin' at the top Even at the bottom, gotta cherish what you got So tell me if I'm arrogant or not Just copped some fresh Crocs might wear 'em with the fox [Chorus: Cormega] We still here representin' dead or in prison with ghetto scripture Every line is thoroughly written We been there, cold nights, treacherous livin' I put my life on the line if it betters my children's We still here representin' dead or in prison with ghetto scripture Every line is thoroughly written We been there, cold nights, treacherous livin' I put my life on the line if it betters my children's [Outro: Cormega] Nah'm mean? G Rap, 38 All we got is what we know All we know is what we got Street shit, realness, peace