I grew up in Roxbury

Where the street life gets colder

Looking up to niggas who was older

Never wanna hear from my Moms yo I told ya

You get locked or caught

I'mma let them hold ya

I wanna be a soldier

Kicking with the crew that's about getting over

Now I'm always high, I can't stay sober

School the fools and put work in a folder

Cause gats we pack, had Range like a Rover

Hit up your crew cause we owed you

You wanna cry find another shoulder

My block mould ya

Without no sympathy

I wish the worst death, on my enemy

You were sending me bad vibes when I stepped in the spot

Wasn't heated you was hot

Yeah we fought but I ain't forgot

I be on like the news

So don't snooze stuck in your jewels

And stay on your Ps and Qs

And walk a straight line

And watch your back nigga

Cause I'll be watching mine

[Hook]

"To all the killers and the 100 dollar billers"

The ism bump slangers, and all the gang bangers

"To all the killers and the 100 dollar billers"

Chumps who wanna dead us, and all the money getters

Round my way it's just drugs and thugs

And drunks who bugs

But when I come around I'm giving pounds and hugs

Remembering my niggas that was shot by slugs

When kids came around and let out like clubs

Today you can play both sides of the fence

Looking out for hoopdies with tints

Kids with no sense

My man sells straps

Nobody's no prince

Cause Judas can't leave evidence

The new block

That the niggas is stationed to

They be pumping right across from station two

Facing you, racin' pacing true

Scream "Five" when you hear the jakes coming through

My man got shanked, his face turned blue

Over a trick stanked, and did the whole crew

You, can't trust nobody

Cause too many niggas got shotties

Up in house parties

Down to catch bodies

And pressing hood-rat hotties

Take precautions in the ghettos up in Boston is all

[Hook]

I know a lot of young G's that get cheese

And kill ya more than bees

Make ya plead please, buckle ya knees

No sleep no z's, Oz's and keys

We leaves in trees

True dogs watch out for dog catchers

And all flees

It's from overseas in quantities

In ghetto communities

Then we all can make Gs

And get it straight, and pump weight

Spread the dollar round like paint

You think that nigga ain't

Out to get rich, see notes and hit tricks

Be fly in all gear

Push a fat whip, you trip

If you wanna, appear for the slaughter

Take a dive without water

Tryn'a be harder than you oughta

You think you comin' iller

But this be dedicated to you killers and you hundred dollar billers

[Hook x2]

[Cut/scratched by DJ Nestle]

"To all the killers and the 100 dollar billers"