Black Folks

Wha', wha', yeah! I ain't seen as much death, nor seen as much crime Since the blackout in Queensbridge in '79 Everybody's a killer now; pimps, players, and dons Shorties on the block push drops and carry on Niggas look through our window wherever we drove Through the tint, to see if the Benz is matching the clothes We the queens kings, I used to view the cats that are old Seeing things that made me real from my skin to my soul Girls who turned hoes, friends who turned foes Bad luck niggas who bring death wherever they go Never sleep, it feels better to know It's all real though Everything is real Where we headed now? Up to more money, would be more fun Leave with more bitches, carry more guns Where we headed now? Where we going, yo? It's getting real, son, we gon' let it flow Where we more bitches, it be more dough It be more fun, holding more How the hell are we supposed to excel from the street Where the Jake's crew face young kids who wanna eat? Quantum Leap to this black world, hustlers and ghettos Self-made millionaires who tussle with the devil Bust a little metal lead, wrestle you, to the pebbles On the hard ground, that's if your guard down It's a struggle, brothers jump bail To come chill with they niggas on the block, with them rocks for sale On the horn with the god Shapelle, my queen's comrade Yo, run and come in with the dime bag Ayo, I need that, I got to smoke dat Send me some Chunky Black, so I could smoke away the pain Try to find my brain, but the thought still remain Yo, it's on again once the death stunts these chains 'Cause I been through it; the drug game, I thought I knew it I got knocked, took it to trial, but I blew it 25, but only lived 20 years of my life Took five from me; got me wrapped up like a mummy Now I'm in the system, a.k.a. the devil's home Where they tell you where to eat, sleep, shit, and use the phone Now I'm living with, drug dealers, and chain stealers Bitch niggas who got knocked and turned squealers Imagine, sharing a cell with a rehabilitated addict Who love fucking with faggots, but I civilized the savage I sat him down and made him study mathematics Now I'm sitting in the cell thinking About this reefer I'ma get this weekend On the V.I, I rather be, uhm, damn, damn!