[Intro]
A big city, baby
Time to build on some shit
Y'all people dont understand
That shit is real out here
I'ma tell y'all a story
Now this story didn't happen too long ago
And it wasn't that far away
It's about some real niggas
Niggas doin real things... aight
So let me get to the first page
And I'll break it down like this; Chapter One
[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
I was a young child, lost, went to church on Sundays
Walking a narrow road that lead me to gunplay
I was a good boy, respect my mommy
Looked up to them OG's like Querto, Phil, and Donny
Felt good as a young nigga
Comin' home from school gettin' love from them neighborhood drug dealers
Wrote change, Cadillac Sevilles
But spoke real, was a tradition (Brownsville)
That was the first chapter, passin' these stages
But the book is wider and it's a lot more pages
The game changed, people got foul
And the same little church boy is buckwild
Runnin wit' my homeboys from 339
And 1545, totin .45's
I kept dreams of being a rap dude
But I know the streets too well so I pack tools
I lost a lot of loved ones to these streets
And lost a lot of loved ones over beef
That goes to show those streets haunt ya
Look what society created now, a monsta
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
My day and age was a different role
It's when a slug take a nigga's soul
(Slug take a nigga's soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
'Cause who knows what the future holds?
(Who knows what the future holds?)
Our man died and was left cold
Because a slug took the nigga's soul
(Slug took the nigga's soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
'Cause who knows what your future holds
(This is what your future holds)
[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
I wish somebody would lend a hand, so they could see how I feel inside
I'm on an emotional roller coaster ride
Nothing to hide
A long time ago I set aside my pride and used my past as a ghetto guide
A few good men died, several wept, stood beside me
So I could smooth out the road for those that come behind me
You know where you can find me, out on the back blocks
Grippin' black Glocks in front of crack spots (It's just a hobby)
And since I was a baby
Thuggin', smokin', drinkin', totin' is how the First Family raised me
(He who lives as a gangster, will perish in these streets)
I know that's deep
But I still shed tears for my mother, two years, after she'd been laid to rest
And still some things I need to chisel off my chest
My remedy for stress, I conversate wit' my oldest brother
Ten years after his death
I know there's nothin' left
So I'm forced to take a deep breath before I attempt to take another step
A lot of brothas slept
A lot of brothas was left cold in the street and told
This is what your future holds
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
My day and age was a different role
It's when a slug take a nigga's soul
(Slug take a nigga's soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
'Cause who knows what the future holds?
(Who knows what the future holds?)
Our man died and was left cold
Because a slug took the nigga's soul
(Slug took the nigga's soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
'Cause who knows what your future holds
(This is what your future holds)
[Outro]
So there you have it
You see, a lot of niggas talk about bullshit
Talkin' about cars, jewels, and money
But in all reality, we all come out the same bag of shit
Some of us may never see tomorrow
So my niggas
Don't you never, don't you ever... forget where you come from
Salute
M.O.P. for life, baby
