[Narrator]

This is the skyline of New York City as seen from Brooklyn

And this is a part of Brooklyn that few people see anymore

A battleground for the police and young street criminals}

[Man]

If I’m gonna die you know, better it happen now than later

[Verse]

Both feet on the gas, nothin' on the brake (nothin')

Cuffin’ on an eight (cuffin’ on an eight)

Cupboard bare, but I swear tonight gonna be something on the plate

Director in this movie, I cast iron

Ride with pride, like the last lion

Put it bluntly, you hunt me, be your ass dying

I get love, now I need that shit cash buying

I learned to laugh always mask crying

Not get it done young, then you’re past trying (that’s all I did was try)

Feast to famine in the streets with a cannon

Peace to my mans deceased - I’m still standing (still standing)

I ran in, your boys are sweeter than tamarind

What we push is strong, like jaws of Samson

Pitching from Yankee Stadium to yards in Camden

I son ya’ll niggas, I’m a universe

{nobody does a fucking thing until I do so}

I’m The Wolf, don’t make a move unless I do it first (do it first)

You might hear better, but there’s no truer verse

I’m one with the gutter, I’m too immersed

Struggle’s what I’m quoting, and hoping I’m through the worst

My last dice game, I was up a grand

Shot sound, gave my man a pound, I ain’t touch his hand {we find him, and we kill him}

Every now and then my cousin let me pump a gram

My real family got me, I ain’t need Uncle Sam

I celebrate my blessings (celebrate all my blessings)

Can’t catch this live, then tape the sessions

I’m from where a eighth’s a great investment (great investment)

Get that statement you know my place was desperate (the fucking hood, respect)

“Get money” was the basic testament

Pull heat on niggas you pop ‘em, even they suggest it (better shoot me nigga)

In King’s County where the queen never faked the jack

The MAC 10 and a nine, and my ace is strapped

I pull it out, I gotta shoot (gotta shoot)

If you got heart, then follow suit

Through me the lost art’s preserved (art’s preserved)

To make my point use the harshest words (harshest words)

Rocky was the route I’m choosing

You was in the house a hundred doubts I’m proving (I’m proving)

Confident no doubt solution

This might be God speaking, it’s just my mouth is moving

(I’m a vessel man, word)

A spoken memorial to all my losses

Peace to those never found and those in coffins (that's real, man)

For cheap grains and fruits that’s stale

My niggas in the street fought tooth and nail (tooth and nail)

A few hammers, no proof of sale (proof of sale)

Do your time, never boof the scale (fuck that, man, do your time)

Sleep and die, learned that before Elm Street

I’m hard to stick like a nigga that sell heat (that sell heat)

I’m from the grittiest dungeons

Used to count pennies, now it’s fifties and hundreds

I’m from the grittiest dungeons

Used to count pennies, now it’s fifties and hundreds (yeah, yeah)

[Outro]

To my niggas in Brownsville

Niggas in East New York, Bed Stuy

Them Harlem niggas man

Know what I’m saying, them South Jamaica niggas

Them South Bronx niggas

Them Delita Ward[?] niggas, for everybody man

There’s a lot of niggas in Chile I know, know what I’m saying?

Everybody all over the fucking world man

If you’re a live nigga, it’s just your music, it’s for you

I know you feel it

Fuck that sucker shit

Word, from the grittiest dungeons

We’re from the grittiest dungeons

{Ka will not feel pain in quite the same way, hardship in battle…}