Yeah, huh..

[Kyleon]

Sometimes I ask myself, what is life like
What would I be without this rap, without a mic life
Or will I die young, like my partna Mike like

Won't get to see my girl grow, and see what a wife's like
But my life's alright, no I ain't finished yet
I just got started, I ain't ready to end it yet

I'm 24 years old, I ain't even beginned it yet
I just started having money, I ain't got a chance to spend it yet
I wanna be a millionaire, but I'm losing my life line

My ticket out this ghetto, is for me to write rhymes
I know I can get this money, if I write rhymes
Opportunity knocked for me, at the right time

Cause I was losing hope, getting sick of this bull%#@!
Losing my faith, not listening to preachers and bull pits
God pulled my card quick, nope no more pain mayn

Sunshine for now, no more rain mayn

[Slim Thug]

I grew up around a bunch of gang bangers, and caine slangers
Stayed in danger, cause I played with strangers
Was born and raised by gangstas, taught by the hood

Proud of my block, everyday fought for the hood
Stand up kid, ain't too many did what I did
Saw half the %#@! I saw, or lived like I lived

When my mama went to work, my brother went to work
In the kitchen, pyrex shifting till it hurt
I watched him grind, fascinated by the cash

Patiently waiting, for my time to mash
Never tagged along, see I had my own gang
We had our own ideas, on how to get this change

We did our own thang, small time hustling
Some young ^!$$%z, never asking for nothing
It ain't take us long, to peep what's going on

The broke ^!$$%z was weak, while the rich was strong we got it on

[Lil Mel]

By all means I had to get it, I'm a hustler black
This rap thing what I dreamed, don't wanna $#&@ with crack
But damn, being broke I can't $#&@ with that

And being po' ain't what I hoped, so I hustled stack
Have nuts have money, that's the code in these streets
And when my money got low, I was holding the heat

I'm just a young ^!$$% living, trying to sip and ball
And even though these streets wet, I can't slip and fall
I ran with killas pull triggas, up out they stacks fo'

And if they broke, they hitting your back do' with the Mackno
$#&@ worrying bout haters, cause that'll freeze em up
That's what the heat is for, guaranteed to heat em up

These streets bad and yeah lil' daddy, from has-fect
A young ^!$$% could lose his life, over a glass set
It'll take a cell in a jail, for us to do some mad thinking

That's how it is that's how it go, I know it's sad ain't it

[Chris Ward]

You gotta know, that you can't take your life for granted
Cause it's a loaded game, out here on this lifeless planet
Smoke till my eyes get slanted, just to focus better

Thinking over pass times, when I wrote this letter
I just hope it gets better, for the future's sake
Trying not to make the mistakes, that I use to make

Been out in the streets, since the age of 17
And witnessed all type of bull%#@!, most have never seen
Damn near homeless, I slept on flo's slept in cars

Been through all kind of battles, ^!$$% just check my scars
My backgrounds my resume, and my repitwa
That's why I walk the way I talk ^!$$%, and wreck this hard

Please God, no more rainy days just sunshine
Cause me and my homies tired, of ducking one times
If I could I promise, I will put this gun down

But how can I, when I'm a soldier on the frontline