Lyrics
When u good to one man u may piss off another, u'll lose a good friend and u'll lose a brother. Thatz whats wrong with this world, nigga's do anything 4 diamonds and pearls. Uh Oh duck now cuz or yo dome'll get splat, cracked safe box, bird state watch, run from the cops, in the D crime can't be stopped. My Rhymes last 4 eva will neva stop. When I'm dead I'll spit from the grave. Lil' niggas 10 yrs old, so young and they heart turn cold. Don't have a father, they blast guns no bother, jealous and they blast yo father, gun blast run cash yo pockets. Run fast don't look back, gun blast like rockets.Time don't stop watch broken locket. flip the script, cruisin honey dips in cool whips. Sittin on 22's, ride to die 4 his crew. Nice big ass, attract all these queen bees to honey. All the queen sleeze to money. Fuckin girls of older age, suck it swallow any ways. Take it girl itz ok. Promise I won't take u to Kelly cuz I want u my way. Like Jigga says I'll show u how to do this Hun. No matta what the big dogs like, we always love to see alley cat fights. Rip & tear clothe flyin everywhere, titties pop. On that didy block, all the momma's and kiddies watch. cops look and stop, laugh and roll by. U know u hood livin when a bitch, her mom, grandma, and aunt all whuppin on a girls ass. Girl used be fine like Stacey Dash, face stomped in wish she could change her past. We the murda captial fuck that sniper shit. We the niggas that'll blast in u in the face, look in yo eyes and u send home. Heaven or Hell yo soul will roam. Most likely hell'll be yo home, cuz we in the D all stone cold. Killah's Nigga!! Momma's fightin sons battles - Mother fuck this mother fuck that, bitch this & that. Son get my gat so I can blast these young cats. Lil' homies so disrespectful, u'll think they possesed by the devil himself. In this place nothing is really ur own, cuz u always got eyes wantin what u got, and they take it whether u give it or not. Many games are played but when u lose ur life gamesover 4real. grab ur steal, ride on chrome, drive bys every minute -- thatz a daily chore. Gun shots is a nigga's lulliby, sleeps and dreams counts bullets as they wizz by. Fuck countin sheep, countin yo dough. grabbin keys and string keys straight from guitars. Under the sun and under the stars. TStorms as the rain pours, angel's weep for this city. This ain't the motor city, this is the city of tears. Hi-Speed life in motion, all shifts in gear. Grand thefts of auto, chop shops thats our moto, transform bots to auto. Brain chat wit holes of auto. Matic shift weight from arms to waist, crack attic lost from arms and waist. Stay fried, stay hi, live hi, say hi, grab bats, as they run fly by. a mom always cry cry, cuz her son missed the bullet, bit down look down. In his hand holds brains, another body's been lain, now this nigga is the slain. There's no man to be blamed, no name is the game. Bought the gun out a trunk, never trace bullets back to square 1. Damn! Other side of the city another nigga gettin griddy, with the opposite sex. He never strikes at her face, but plenty to her heart. Not 1 but 10 he gotta have em all. Callin himself ash, cuz he catch em all and smoke so much hash. Always living life in the fast lane - livin the dash handz always open for hoes or cash. Fucked wit the wrong niggaz sista, treasure hunt 4 his body in the detroit river. Last vision from the bottom looking up to the top, to see Cal-Wu on that mountain - niggaz I can't be stopped.
Hood life thatz the life 4 me
