| Woah | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| He cry, she cry, they cry, but it’s different when a gangsta cryin' | 
| He rich, she rich, they rich, but it’s different when a gangsta shinin' | 
| He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it’s different when a gangsta fyin' | 
| I asked God, «Was it different when a real n**** prayin'?» | 
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| I asked the mic, «Was it different when a real n**** sinin'?» | 
| Yeah, I asked the world, «Was it different when a street n**** famous?» | 
| My n**** say he don’t know who told | 
| All said was «The streets ain’t the same no more» | 
| My other n****, he went up the road | 
| Ain’t no tellin' what he thinkin' when them gates start closin' | 
| The n**** started foldin', your soul on focus | 
| And them bitches start rollin', ayy | 
| Your momma need a shoulder | 
| Your son need some school clothes and he need some folders | 
| It’s so hard being famous, when you was nameless | 
| The judge don’t really know ya, grab a poster, he paint ya | 
| Thank you lawyer, you so, you told 'em «Fuck 'em,» not «Thank you» | 
| That just how real it get | 
| No one can fix that, no one can give it back | 
| You gotta live there, it’s no more real there | 
| It’s five n****s in your cell, you gotta shit there | 
| You layin' down, thinkin' 'bout your dead homies, tears shed to your ears | 
| He cry, she cry, they cry, but it’s different when a gangsta cryin' | 
| He rich, she rich, they rich, but it’s different when a gangsta shinin' | 
| He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it’s different when a gangsta fyin' | 
| I asked God, «Was it different when a real n**** prayin'?» | 
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| I asked the mic, «Was it different when a real n**** sining?» | 
| Yeah, I asked the world, «Was it different when a street n**** famous?» | 
| My gangstas throwin' fours | 
| 'Fore we was street famous, ain’t nobody broke the code | 
| 'Member we was all smiles when we got our first load | 
| Now you dead and it’s heavy on my soul, free the guys, main | 
| Judge lookin' at me full of hate, I just smile, main | 
| Cryin' up inside 'cause I’m finna leave my child, main | 
| FN on me, can’t let 'em down | 
| Money ain’t changed me, it just changed the people 'round me, facts | 
| Get your 'spect times four, had to bleed that n**** | 
| Shed a tear for Corey Miller, I ain’t wanna leave that n**** © He rap, she rap, we rap, but my shit different | 
| I put a n**** up in tears (Boosie shit hit different) | 
| They killed Live and they killed the whole cause (3 dead) | 
| Guess when ya famous, n****s shootin' for your heart (Shit, yeah) | 
| After the funeral, his lil' brother killed hisself | 
| Now you see, that’s it’s different when a gangsta n**** cryin' | 
| He cry, she cry, they cry, but it’s different when a gangsta cryin' | 
| He rich, she rich, they rich, but it’s different when a gangsta shinin' | 
| He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it’s different when a gangsta fyin' | 
| I asked God, «Was it different when a real n**** prayin'?» | 
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| I asked the mic, «Was it different when a real n**** sining?» | 
| Yeah, I asked the world, «Was it different when a street n**** famous?» | 
| (Al Geno on the track) |