Commin from the block
Where u don't $#&@
One secound

And your brotha got a glock

I'm just a lil boy

Ma own homeboy
Get me feelin paranoid
"die" I can't take that noice


How can I explane
The hopeless pain

I got 2 the game
Street fame
Got me goin insane

Thug life
How can I explane


The way I play that
I can't lay back
I gotta worry about the pay back


Drugz do so u can't stay
Ahh drugz do so u can't pay ahh

Ma brotha callin me 2 say

He'z a murder now

Cuz he heard about
Some body from the south
There wanna sell him out


Maybe itz time 2 mowe
Got tell me what can I do

It's alle up 2 u

Choruz:

The hood is so cold aint nobody give a $#&@
It's goin so crazy with tha thugz in da block
Aint nobody give a $#&@

Aint nobody give a $#&@
Aint nobody give a $#&@
I see no changez

X2

I hope the heavenly father see

They are checkin ma proberty
So the police can bother me


I can't understand
How they want me to be a man
Baby I can't


Do this anymore
God tell me what I'm livin for

Death body on the flour

Changez for ma block


Papa drink
Raiset me 2 be a pimp

Mama learn me 2 think

About the trouble

Before the devil continue struggle
I want 2 see the model
There change this bottel


I livin that life
I want 2 see the light

There change this night
The ghetto learn me 2 fight


I got the ghetto in ma soul
I don't know how 2 hold
It feelz like it's gettin more and more cold


Is it ma time 2 pass
Just like ma dad
I can't be sad