The Hill

[Verse 1:]

Little bugsy was a another average kid from the block

Raised by his mom, he was never given a lot

But something came along, finally give him a shot

But he threw it in the trash just to peddle some rock

Always cocking back at the pen of a drop

King of the streets son,'

He'd never get caught

Had a bright future playing them sports

Said fuck the draft homie

Now he's killing for sport

Now hes packing heat

Smoking L's on the porch

Runs three blocks, including the court

Felt hard as hell when they gave him the Glock

Said to hit up the block

Couldn't wait till it get shot

They got a homie who snitched, now they ready to move

Guess now you really got, something to prove

Getting through was never easy to do

Always start shit growing up with you

[Hook]

Bet you never knew

What the guns would do

You know you got a lot of growing up to do

Getting through was never easy to do

Always starting shit growing up with you

You know little bugs got something to prove

Better show respect in front of his crew

Shit goes down then its him or you

Shit was always war growing up with you

[Verse 2]

They pulled up about 3 in the mornin

Perfect time to catch a body permanent snorin

This is it now your old life was boring

Anything for respect, money ain't important

They told him

Yo once you get inside

Put two in his head leave no one alive

Cock it little homie

Lets see what you can do

Pull this shit off and you've got a spot in the crew

Playing it off, like he's did it before

Bug ran into the house and he kicked in the door

Started shooting rounds, bodies hitting the floor

Shot a pregnant woman, to him he's just smoking a whore

Provoking for more

Keep screaming, choking her more

The old image of him now has been shattered and torn

People like you should've never been born

Life never given dog so we weep and we mourn

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Wipe my eyes, to rub away the sleep

As the cold floor touches the bottom of my feet

I pray everyday I got up out of the streets

About to be a father but I still fear defeat

Everywhere I walk, gotta look  behind my back

Cause my old crew went and labeled me as a rat

And they keep on threatening my little brother zack

Even got his homie bugs fighting all they scraps

How could I come so far

Yet be so close to violence

Feel the headlights creeping

Piercing my eyelids

Series of bangs, proceeded by silence

Downstairs lays my pregnant wife all lifeless

She got two rounds that were meant for my head

There's someone in the house

And I swear this dudes dead

I shot a round in his chest

And watched as he bled

When I realized it was bugs, my eyes filled with dread

(Gunshot)