[Chorus - Lyfe Jennings] X2Oh, if a n***a die tonightMake sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my painMake sure my n****s ride for meBut don't end up on the side of me, side of me[Verse 1 - Bun B]Man I'm a real trill n***a, I been out on them blocksWith them hustlers, them dealers, and killers selling rocksPut in work in round the clock from when the sun went downTill it came back up, and night came back aroundI did a lot of s**t them late nights for the doughRobbing n****s on the low, laugh at them then I goSometimes it went smooth and nobody got hurtAnd sometimes I had to leave a nigga's d**k up in the dirtI ain't proud of what I did, and if I could go back in timeI'd try to find another way instead of packing. 9'sToting K's and holding mac'sBut we know time ain't rolling backAnd hungry hyenas, they ain't folding jackSo on these cold and black streets, wolves keep huntingAnd a young black man can lose his life over nothingIf I got to go, please let it be for something realBecause this bullshit, hood s**tIs getting n****s killed, on the real[Chorus:][Verse 2 - Bun B]Well if a deal goes dirty or the counts don't matchOr if I catch a m**********are dipping in the backSay if a n***a disrespect me or my fam'And we take it to the streets and let the guns go blamI don't really give a damn, or really know whatever's going to comeAnd I'ma represent where I'm fromMan I don't want to die, but I ain't scared toS**t I just want to make sure that I'm prepared toCan't leave without a couple chickens in the stashSo my wife, and my momma, and my children got cashBecause once I'm gone, who going take care of my kids?And do the same things for them that I didMan I'd rather do a bidAt the least they can see me behind the glassInstead I'm reminiscing about the pastN***a don't know what he got, until he passes onSo let him tell them that he love them before his a** is gone[Chorus:][Verse 3 - Young Buck]We trapping hard right across from the graveyardI just pray to God I don't have to work a day jobN****s getting robbed so I'm riding with my arThey are, not finna take what I done paid forWalking through the bricks on my Jena Six s**tLike if you ain't from around here, you was getting hitSend a O. G. Some flicks, make they time go by quickYou surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary didWe survived, but most of us die for some bullshitGo to church but the devil standing on the pulpitN****s lie just to kick it, swear to God they got a meal ticketThen they call you when they about to get evictedA Underground King, I been one ever since I was sixteenPimp and Bun'll tell you just what Buck meanA street n***a living the street dream, I seenMy whole team go to the feds, or get a hole in the headThis what I said[Chorus:]
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