Verse 1:

Here we go again

Mom dukes broke again
Pops pop up once in the blue then he hit the wind
I gotta get some ends, can't rely on my friends cause when the smoke clear it's only me i can depend on

Cause nobody gave a ^!$$% %#@!
That's why i'm bout to get this fifth and run up on a ^!$$% quick
And if i have to im a empty out this clip just incase he run his lip and try to play like clark kent

I'll leave that ^!$$% bent like he just smoked a spliff
By any means i gotta get what i can get
And my means is this gac with rubber grip

And i mean it when i say give me all your %#@!
Cause what i got in my pocket could help me pay the rent and to not get evicted i'll go to any extent
Was born and raised in a hell hole but i adapt to my habitat so i guess you could call me the devil


Chorus:


Homey i'm in these streets i aint get a good sleep in a week,
I'm felling weak ^!$$% i gotta eat (gotta eat!),
I'm bout to creep up on ^!$$%s with heat (with the heat then!),

Blow,blow,blow capech (with the piece then!),
Rock rock ^!$$%s to sleep (rock em to sleep then!),
Bounce, bounce back on my feet (on my feet!),

Ribs is touchin turnin into a beast,
Like i said before ^!$$% i gotta eat (gotta eat!)


Verse 2:

Go to school don't be a fool that's what they tellin me

$#&@ that! i need paper in my pockets see
My pops is gona, my moms don't got a j.o.b.
So how the **** me and my family suppose to eat?

I cop one 8 ball to get me on my feet
Then cop 2 more to get me through the week
I envy them mu'$#&@ers who think life is sweet

That's why i'm out juxing ^!$$%s on the back street
I got a habbit to have it so if you got it im a grab it
Grab back and you'll be in a black carriage

And i aint talking bout the one they use for marriage
I'm talking bout the one that have your mom dukes spazzing
The measures that i take for cabbage get's drastic

I'll run up on a ^!$$% for his paper with the plastic like
Let me have it, before i let you have it
16 shot's now you do the math-matics


Chorus 1x


Verse 3:

I'm on the curb slinging herb to them pot-heads

While my man on the other side serving rock-heads
I'm on my own now, atleast that's what my pops said
Sometimes i feel like they all can ******** frop dead

But ma said they'll be better ways
Still i don't see no ****** way unless i let this tooly spray
That's why i move the hay and let styxx move the yay

We break bread together hoping for a better day
Now i'm standing in the rain, grouchy as a mother $#&@er from the stomach pains
You see me creeping, yea i'm coming for that chain

Come up off it mane for i blow you out the frame
Seem like every week somebody else it getting slain
I aint tryna be the next statistic in this game

But i'm hungray so i break day
Selling nick, dimes, dubs and treys...
You know what it is


Chorus 1x


Outro:

[stones speaks] **** is crazy out here man, gotta do what we gotta do to stay alive, by any means neccesary