I gotta try harder I tried so hard, can't seem to get away from misery Man, I tried so hard but always be a victim of these streets It ain't my fault
- but how was I to know That you'd be lettin' go Now it cuts like a knife - but it feels so right It cuts like a knife - but it feels so right There
his eyes I seen fortune I ain't having it like abortion Walking with this stick holding his tip Looked like a Black Panther that was trying to pimp It was
hit it, hit it Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can
mean it I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it Its a dark road you walkin on, same street that I be stalkin on Suppose to
heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it It's a dark road you walkin' on, same street that I be stalkin' on Suppose to be quiet, but
when you and me would say We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay It's all good now my nigga we out the hood now It's so easy for folks
be Dead on the street or locked in a penetentiary? It's cool to be free And it's alright for you to be you and for me to be me Look at you, 15 years
your wife damn it. Isn't there one once of human decency buried beneath all those layers of fat? You disgust me! Oh yes, It's so easy to judge, isn't it
It's some real niggaz here, it's some real niggaz here It's some real, it's some real, it's some real niggaz here It's some real niggaz here, it's some
fives and knives we be movin' wit Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit We're provin' it Let it be known if retaliation Home
or I can stay a while but it happens yeah it happens and it happened yeah it's happening to me and I greet insanity But pleasure is to be insane pleasure is to be
year mayne So, we gotta give it 2 'em raw ha, ha Street niggaz, real niggaz Street niggaz, gangsta niggaz Real niggaz, street niggaz Street niggaz,
than a blunt Never was a gangster even at a street pix But swingin on a swinger you'll be strollin with a limp So get up easy cause it's simple as this
hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap Cuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap So what I'm sayin is, everybody's real within the game Alias be the fame, so
a hundred and twelve reasons, a whole street could be deceased Right when I was trying to change, fellas start playing games Brought me back to reality, my sanity's now insane I be
away like I was supposed to pay [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Flip] Look, aye it's way too late to try to make peace Just be glad they didn't find your ass