[Jamal]

Simpty is for them simp ass niggas

Talklin' lot, shit, I straight dump and stomp niggas

Whenever talklin' shit, I straight rip 'em

And niggas know I come equip when I whip them

[Short Dawg]

You say how can I make these dirty raps

Number one albums, back to back

If it was 1950, do you think I sell, no

They probably throw me straight to jail

I tell you life just ain't what it used to be

Between you and me, exclusively

Everybody's changed, were losing our minds

The government won't help, 'cause they refuse to find

A solution to the problems of the inner streets

Its a shame what our kids are beginning to be

Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers

There ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but anger

We don't go to church and can't pray in school

Listen real close to what I'm sayin' fools

I know kids who went to school together

Now they all grown up, tryin' to kill each other

Shootouts in the playground is where it goes down

But back in the day, we rode the merry-go-round

And some little kid might shoot me tonight

And I always used to wonder what the future be like

Cuss words on the tv and radio

You wanna see sex, turn it on HBO

Late at night, you see women freak women

Sex sales, that's why I keep pimpin'

I grew up in the 70s', somethin like Crooklyn

But I was in Cali not Brooklyn

I could tell the whole world was going crazy

But it really didn't happen 'til the 80's

With freebasin' and smokin' crack

A lotta people learned not to joke with that

Streets flooded, with homeless folks

Whole families, lives gone up in smoke

We're all related to a crackhead

Sometimes I wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bed

Layin there thinkin bout things

About the way life change

How women used to like to wear decent clothes

Now they curse like men and dress like hoes

You supposed to be a virgin til you marry

But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby

Babies havin' babies

Rappers like me always disrespect ladies

Wonder why its like that, well so do I

But I just turn my back and then I go get high

'Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch

And you bought it, so don't get mad I got rich

Ask your grandparents, is life the same

Man thangs change

[Chorus]

[Short Dawg]

There used to be a time when old folks were respected

Kids talkin' back was never accepted

Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap

But kids nowadays will curse out old folks

Then you tell me I need to be a role model

And get these babies off the 40 ounce bottles

But I'm not the one who made alcohol legal

Liquor stores on every corner that's why we go

Buy 40 ounces and go get drunk

Don't respect our kids, like no good punks

And then they grow up to be hardcore criminals

Shoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin hoes

I know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin' on the mic right

So Baby D won't you tell them what it's like

[Baby D]

It's kinda hard comin' up as a youngster

Gotta deal with the roof that I'm under

Even though my moms got it hard

My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a father

But times have changed bro

I never ever seen Santa Claus comin' through the ghetto

But you know what I always see

I always see the white man want a black man bank G

And I don't even get in trouble for it

And I don't see nothin' forward

Always tryin' to beat the black man to death

Punk police tryin' hide behind your badge

Always tryin' arrest somebody

All we gotta do is beat him with the billyclub

Here I come, I comin' with my gun

I'm shootin' in the head police now what

[Short Dawg]

I tell you life is too short for it to be like that

We gotta be leaders, can't follow the pack

With all them fiends in the streets smokin' crack

What you give life is what it gives you back

'Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin' new

But when you get the money gotta know what to do

Buy you a business or buy you a house

Just so the police can't wipe you out

I heard it in the streets, they say you the man

So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin' hand

Now what we gone do

[Mr. Malik]

We came to stack them bodies, killin' anybody's like John Gotti

I said we came to them some bodies, killin' anybody's like John Gotti

Now run up and get done up and slap black

I'm hittin' blackjack like the casino when I mack slack

You wanna play like Al Pacino with this

Type of style with the lyricist, it's funkabis

Kiss sativa and the biscuits I drop

Motherfuckers know I come down and show me [?]

I don't really care from the front or the rear

Word to your mother I'm 'bout to smother and smear

It's that master all I intelligent

Chain that I swing from the others is irrelevant

For you motherfucker to step to the M-I-C

I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally G

It's Malik and I freak it's obsolete

My technique motherfucker know I flow over beats

Like water, slaughter dick in yo daughter

And my nuts up in her jaws when she suckin' on my balls

Yiggy y'all niggas best to ask somebody

'Cause I'm shootin' motherfuckers down with the shotty

It's that motherfuckin' master blaster

It's, it's the motherfuckin' ghetto bastard