up, get dressed and prepare for war Yo the war's wit everything outside your door It's a rude awakening but it's more in store When I walk through Brooklyn
niggas I seen my friend fall, clutchin', holdin' his stomach Caught him off-guard, foldin' his hundred It's like a life never ends, never know when it
the silence Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window, Seeing it but not being touched by it. * Words sometimes don't seem to mean much
know Got things y'all cats never seen before Ask your hoe, the E go cash to blow Get it, spend it, with it, fast or slow Where my dogs at, hold it down
Family and friends the way lifes starts and the ways it ends 8 feeled with inspiration-16 seperated-17 I graduated 21 I finally made it-hope flows-life
think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right So make all them ends you can make 'Cause when you're broke you break, check it out So ain't no need
cup, fill it up with paper 'Cause we ballaholics bitch, ain't that quiet about this shit If you're on it spend it like you mean it Uhh, I'll have you
bloody niggas I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred It's like a life never ends, never know when it
dont say it we gonna smoke this nigga 'Proof' Fuck that you shoot that nigga, right there, get that nigga! King Of Detroit, what up now fool, what up now nigga! (Background ends
until my ride hit the flo', word! Boom booms in my rag '6-4 That's how we roll, no time for the ying yang Dogs in my hood still bumpin fo' thangs It's
for the youth to survive Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right So make all them ends you can make Cause when you're broke, you break, check it
, together and alone Sometimes you glimpse the truth when it's long gone Dogs may bark but the caravan moves along I stumbled drunk upon a side street
could never get enough of That cash, I keep it in my jeans, bitch Have you ever seen it? a big pile of green shit? When I spend it, bitch, I'm the man
How Tha Note Ends Ya Know Let's Kick It Back I Can't Call It (I Run With Trouble... Trouble) Ya Know Hehe Yeah Yeah Tha Tool, It Poke Out Tha Jeans
a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*} Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off "Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!" I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs And when
it's wrong but we tend to think it's riiight So make all them ends you can make cause when you're broke, you break, check it out So ain't no need for