[Chorus: x2 Lyfe Jennings]If a nigga die tonightMake sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my painMake sure my niggas ride for meOr comin' up on the side of me, side of me[Bun B]Man I'm a real trill nigga (nigga) I been out on them blocksWith them hustlers (hustlers) them dealers (dealers) and killers sellin rocksPut in work in round the clock from when the sun went downTill it came back up and night came back around (around)I did a lot of shit them late nights for the doughRobbin niggaz on the low (low) laughed at 'em then I go (go)Sometimes it went smooth and nobody got hurtAnd sometimes I had to leave a nigga's dick up in the dirtI ain't proud of what I did and if I could go back in time (time)I'd try to find another way instead of packin' ninesTotin K's and holdin' macs (macs)But we know time ain't rollin' backAnd hungry hyenas, they ain't foldin' jackSo on these cold and black streets, wolves keep huntin'And a young black man can lose his life over nothin'If I gotta go, please let it be for somethin' realCause this bullshit hood shit is gettin' niggas killed on the real[Chorus: x2][Bun B]Well if a deal goes dirty or the counts don't match (match)Or if I catch a motherfucker dippin' in the back (dippin' in the back)Say if a nigga disrespect me or my famAnd we take it to the streets and let the guns go blamI don't really give a damn (damn) or really know whatever's gon' come (come)And I'm a represent where I'm from (represent where I'm from)Man I don't wanna die (die) but I ain't scared to (I ain't scared to)Shit I just wanna make sure that I'm prepared to (I'm prepared to)Can't leave without a couple tickets in the standsSo my wife, and my momma and my children got cans (children got cans)Cause once I'm gone who goin' take care of my kids? (take care of my kids)And do the same things for 'em that I didMan I'd rather do a bid (bid)At the least they can see me behind the glass (glass)Instead I'm reminiscin' bout the past (about the past)Nigga don't know what he got, until he passes onSo let him tell 'em that he love 'em 'fore his ass is gone[Chorus: x2][Young Buck]We trappin' hard right across from the graveyardI just pray to God I don't have to work a day jobNiggas gettin' robbed so I'm ridin' with my A-RThey are, not sendin' tape what I done paid for (no)Walkin' through the bricks on my Jena 6 shitLike if you ain't from around here, you was gettin' hit (c'mon)Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick (hey)You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did (yeah)We survived but most of us die for some bullshitGo to church but the devil's standin' on the pulpit (damn)Niggas lied just to kick it (what) swear to God they got a meal ticketThen they call you and they bout to get evicted (I know)A Underground King, I've been one ever since I was sixteen (c'mon)Pimp and Bun'll tell you just what Buck mean (what's up)A street nigga livin' the street dream, I seen (for sho')My whole team go to the feds or get a hole in the headThis what I said (yeah)[Chorus: x2]
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