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