Shots getting exchanged,
Pots hitting the flames,
A glock clickin’ with rage,
A cop hit with a guage,
Some guys live to get paid,
They try different with trades,
Applied ignorant ways,
Then lie stiff in the grave,
Them Stuy niggas insane,
They stop him on the train,
Rob him for his chain,
Then pop six in his waves,
Them broads looking for cain,
And ya’ll trickin for change,
Ahh shit it’s a shame,
Who gon’ stick with the blade,
Slob dick and behave,
Where all images strange,
They harsh trickin with pain,
They walk sick with the plague,
Abolishin the grade,
Then pop shit and complain,
The more niggas get laid,
The more syphilis and aids,
Pawnin they kids jewelry, get high sniffin for days,
A mother watched in the pawnshop getting appraised,
The projects is a maze
The hardship of the brave,
The jobs minimum wage,
We all livin as slaves,
The object of the game,
Is not to just get fame,
Do not listen to lames,
They mind trickin your brai,n
The convicts is arraigned,
The god sit in the cage,
And maids work in the sun, the cops sits in the shade,
My sidekick get a page,
You dry snitches on stage,
I cross bridges with blaze,
And carve stitches I bang,
I went to Coney Island with arms grippin them thangs,
Allah scriptures get praised,
While ya’ll wiggas afraid!