Lyrics

Chorus: niggaz growin up in the game all wring/ tryn to live life like the alcapone/ better watch the news cuz the streets is real g/ better guard yo grill cuz the haters will kill see/niggaz growin up in the game all wring/ tryn to live life like the alcapone/ better watch the news cuz the streets is real g/ better guard yo grill cuz the haters will kill see thats why I grew up/ from all the bull shit like bitches and these fakers I aint got time fo theses niggas I aint worried bout thes haters/ from adolescence don with high school games ima man to emerge and I matures ma change


Verse 1 Written and performed by william stokes
wont som boby pass me the weed so a nigga can get high/I look to the sky and ask the lord why/ niggaz in the hood wanna be straight haters/we known to keep it real so you know we aint no fakers/ bitches wanna rape us and these niggaz wanna brake us/ down to the ground so the devil can erase us/ man its real out here and all my thugs shedding tattoo tears out here/ it's a fact that black people wanna straight be gangstas/ killing another black like the stepped the game up/ change up/now look yo self in the mirror/ get the blood out yo eye's so you can see things clear/ now you done killed another man over money and drow /destroyed yo life and his life thats how the story unfolds/if we aint got it we gone get it thats the theme of the field/ its either killled or be killed up in poverty hills/ I cant complain I wanna change my life/ I gotta make a desicion before I see that lite/ in these streets I rome/ tyin to find a way out/but im on ma way home

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2 written and performed by Haynie Smith
man I'm don with all the bull shit/ got too much paper to get I quit investing in hypes im try'n to make it legit my mind was split between wright and wrong I tried to get it all together but the streets I prolong to remain strong in this world is a serious test cuz I ain't safe in the field without a mac and a vest its too much stress I need to rest before im resting in peace cuz when im sleep man im dreaming in the casket I bee and gond to jail all the time is like im wasting my grind up in the hole for 90 day they say will keep me in line cuz im blind and I can't find another way I can live and selling poison to my kind was enough I can that shits a fib cuz I believe I chan change and since my nigga passed a way my life wasnt the same who should I blame growing up searching for fortune and fam noboby told me it was hell or jail livin in this fast lane

Bridge performed by randy washington
Some times we just don't know/why the word can be so cold/we all hustle to survive/we try our best to survive/we tried our best to make it right/ we gotta hold on/ we gotta stay song/ we gotta hold on/ we gotta stay strong cuz the streets is real