You know it's hard, out here in the streets

A pity we gotta be in these streets

Haters, are everywhere

Cause shit and with somethin' deeper than you and me

It's hard, a cold, cold world

Sometimes can't even trust ya own girl

Gotta stand here and face my fears

Ain't gonna shed no more tears

I started younger than most, got turned out sellin' dope

Skippin' school to fuck bitches, carryin' guns in my coat

With dreams to sit on meal tickets, if I slang enough of this shit

Become a boss and be a made man, impossible to hit

Buy a mansion like Scarface, estate surrounded by gates

Cold killers on the payroll, 'case they come for the safe

Build a empire, they can't infiltrate

We all aspire to be kings but we could end up bein' inmates

See it ain't all peaches and cream, take a look at the game

Pour out some Hennessy and take a walk down memory lane

I lost so many homies

Chasin' this American dream for Cuban links and Lamborghinis

Talkin' ballin' supreme, look in my eyes

And you can see the pain I'm feelin' inside, look in the sky

And ask the Lord to be my strength and my guide, and wonder why?

He put us here, because the ghetto is hell, we hypnotized

It's like the Devil got us under a spell, under a spell..

[Hook: repeat 2X]

Trapped..

In this ghetto prison and I'm always

Strapped..

People are acting crazy and I can't

Relax..

I ain't gon' stress it anymore I won't shed no tears

For half my life cats been tryin' to have my life

I been, blasted twice by jealous bastards right

And I done banked more cats than niggas done wrote raps

Done balled off dope sacks

Fell off and came back

I done knocked on niggas' doors with straps

Split they wigs with lumberjacks

Beat they ass with baseball bats

Nigga how real is that?

I done seen a lotta sick ass shit

Quit fuckin' wit' some of my niggas cuz they did a lot of trick ass shit

And all my best friend been gone for ten with no release, stay..

Caged like an animal 23 hours a day

They hit us up with secret indicments and three strikers

They send us everywhere from Pelican Bay to Rikers

I got, scars and stripes been scarred for life

Almost, lost my life fuckin' with faulters twice

Who can you trust? When ya best friend'll cross you up

And turn state's evidence for the deal that he cut

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We used to stab out in my Chevy Impala, wit' no brakes

The whole crew packin' tre-five-sevens, and thirty-eights, like Doc Holiday

Bailin' from the Fifty, and barely got away

Baby G's... High speedin', sippin on Tanqueray

Tryin'a take the pain away, cuz we all in poverty

And ain't no way out but bank robberies or the lottery

I roam the block, swallowin' D, strapped with the ride low, (??)

Whatever it takes, to get the Expos and Tahoes

And only God knows, what they gon' hit us with next

They tryin'a scare us off the set, cuttin' off welfare checks

And tearin' down the projects, where niggas grew up as Gs

And three strikes'll get ya life, in the land of the free

I often pray for paradise, for all my niggas and me

We came a long way, we all seeds from a strong tree

But took the wrong way, the life of drug dealin' and crime

Niggas' drugs spillin' and killin' with nines, killin' our kind

[Hook] - 2X