| I’m bout to explode |
| I don’t know when I’m gonna go, I got so much been on my mind |
| Every time I look around, I try to prevent going down |
| From locked up or even dying |
| I can dig the problem |
| I can see whats going on, its a fucking warzone |
| With the V’s in the hood don’t look good |
| Never ever thought the shit could, jump off like that now |
| O.G.'s dont backed down, you eased a step down |
| Everybody wanna have the crown |
| Every breath you benefit the sin |
| We gonna have to keep fighting amongst within |
| Now it is killing before it was killing you niggas that started out friends |
| You win, the wrong for what you doing |
| You need to start snatching, kick out the mob |
| Can’t show no love at all, don’t even turn back |
| Anyway homie wasn’t all that |
| If he was real he wouldn’t even have caused him that |
| Alhamdulillah, Allahu akbar and he disrespected that |
| So long I been known, there is no law bigger than the Lords and Bloods |
| In a positive demonstration |
| That we could never conquer shit and defend no more |
| Hook |
| High-Tech young niggas with a little scratch, could be richer |
| Hustling to make enough to buy the shit I need |
| Like a bag of weed, I was blind now a nigga see everything |
| Brothers strapping up on this thang, timing’s off, feel the pain |
| Let the hood done laid out, shits way out, no way out |
| Murder to the lunatics, them the tricks that was talking that shit |
| Took the test to the brain, rip em' off, vest off, pull the mask off |
| Smoke that bitch, what a mess |
| I suggest, we suggest, fuck each other up |
| Look into the mind of a Flic' born westside |
| Mount Sainai in the flesh bless my |
| Niggas with the bottle, get the top |
| Then pour out the back door when its war |
| Armor to your brothers stay clean |
| Watch your back young brothers I mean |
| My hood is burned up, and burned up is my hood |
| We? kicked bout' a foot?, don’t own a hood |
| I took too much then too much, now I don’t know where to turn |
| Or who it may concern, life and death all I’ve learned |
| I’ve earned my respect in the hood, but the shiesty still pulling moves |
| You a man for the man, thats another point he was trying to prove |
| Got your own mind, might as well use it for yourself |
| Cause you’se your own man to the right, to the left, all is well |
| And it’s one thing I believe in, don’t ever leave and retrieve |
| Killers jumping off by the evenings now |
| 97' just another hunting season |
| Niggas in it 6 feet deep and no reason dying freely |
| Why? |
| Hook |
| Back in the days on Chicago Avenue, the other side couldn’t even travel thru |
| Niggas used to bang for the kicks to slang cain |
| Hustle and rain pain niggas |
| Once there was a little brother who ruled across the street with his crew |
| Fast pacing everyday, facing murder situations |
| Gang affiliation makes you kill a nation |
| Take another life a day, smoking, hoping just to get away |
| Put it in the raw, I’m 'bout to go boom |
| Y’all can’t help but to talk, it’s us against the law |
| That shit backing people off from the gator alley in the whole |
| I don’t know where the hell to go |
| Cause my life is like a pack of (?) |
| Having brothers capping, it’s a free for all in my motherfucking hood |
| And it ain’t good, if I got to die for my Flict' then I would |
| Every day is numbing |
| If you didn’t count your blessings boy then you really should |
| Until the final tic 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 out |
| Hook |
| So much shit on my mind |
| I can’t find the time to free myself from going down |
| Best to antici-pains and pressure, no lesser than human situations |
| Erasing, ruin doing time in the mind |
| Like to wild em' down, bullets flying, mommas crying, niggas lying |
| Reason for the rhyme let the spirit climb |
| You thinking different, defending for the real of it |
| Flic' in this forever, finally letting in Chicago, tear a little |
| Never on a pedastool, want to jump up off it then let it go |
| Easy it’s about to blow, like how much longer can I go |
| How many situations before I just go below, catch up with my funeral |
| Caught up and brought up in it into dimensions |
| The feeling like I can’t take it no more |
| The mission is dealing with pressure |
| Pressure is the death certificate and that will get cha' |
| Wet cha', leave you on a stretcher, I bet cha' |
| He shook off and looking for shelter |
| Help a man and give a helping hand, stand by the plan |
| Struggle the daily double, double trouble the mold |
| I redoubled the O in the roll, let it go then explode |
| Hook |