(This is what I gotta do)
Mic Check!



Well if you can't beat em', join em', build 'em, employ em

This kid got gold teeth, $#&@ it, coin em' so we can get some loot in our pockets
My man who just did a bid said you haven't tried it don't knock it
I wear the rings of Saturn on my knuckles, like trucks do

Life 40 acres and a mule I'm down to buck soon, my tool iller starts
Could make the world around my lost souls keep my mind in two colds
Keep the world in two holes in my head just oppose

I cited murder flows, on the low I conjur flows the way that it's supposed to be
I keep 10 rings around a rosary
I'm bout to rob the store I need some loot and some groceries

I need a loaf and free butter, $#&@ another night of hunger
I been a good man and I don't deserve to suffer
After this night, I'll return to being peaceful

Put that on my people
Work the big cheque and worth the peep though, yo
Do you recall the days when brothers used to chill

Flex on the mic and display ghetto appeal
Yo those were the days when it was really real
Yo those were the days when it was really real

But we'll, all get it back together one day
But until then it's nuff gunspray
Jah bless my head with every night I lay, and I pray for a brighter day

But anyways gotta get them thoughts out of my mind now
Wipe the sweat off my eyebrow, nostalgic thoughts bring my hideout
Lie down you two ^!$$%z in a second isle

First brother shook with fear, while the second ^!$$% caught a smile
While you're doing that why don't you strip white Gaza
This ^!$$% yells out "well youse a frontin' $$# rasta"

By my actions I have to say that that's true
But shut the $#&@ up I didn't ask you
I might blast you, If I have to, no mask

They can't find me, even if you ID
But yo thanks for checking me, then unexpectedly
This pet ^!$$% right behind the counter started wettin' me

9 mm weaponry or ya be sleepin on the chest next to me
Nobody understands society molested me, they just questioned me
Nature of the arm going clean up crew clean my blood stops flowin

All my enemies out on the block, plus the government is smiling
Cause they sense the scent of death blowing, just showing
They plans run in precisely, "this ^!$$% ought to fit into a wood box nicely"

Ghetto stress have my own $#&@in people ice me
If you look you can find me, on the corner store tile floor
Another landmark of the ghetto eyesore

Is it all worth to die for? Noooooo

It's not worth it (nooooooooo)



Yo oh %#@! this dude got shot!

He got shot?
Yeah $#&@ing shot dawg tryna rob a store
What? The $#&@ is this!?

That's $#&@ed up yo
We gotta get out of here
Yo this ain't cool

Yo where you goin?
We gotta get the $#&@ out of here, this ^!$$% wildin, HE WILDIN I'm
OUT!... yo I think I went to high school with this kid