Yo, this is going out to all my peeps locked down   Charlie rock LD all my peeps who passed away, yeah      I remember when we used to chill on a hill   When Forest Projects used to be Godsville   Brothers was wilin' others was cool   Some hit the island some smoked fools      Me I chose the life of crime since day one   13 years old already trying to cop a gun   I never understood why my pops would beat me   No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me      That's why, I never listened to a thing he said   And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead   Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight   Promised that one day everything would be alright      14 years old, cutting mad classes   Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses   Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind   Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin' dime      Everybody knew Joey Crack represented   And if I told then I'd take your life   Hey yo, I meant it that's the way it goes   When you deal with the real fake jacks   And get your cap peeled      Hey Joey, let's just get this money   Brothas just be wilin'   Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody   Brothas they been triflin'      Yeah, momma never said life would be so hard   Sometimes I find myself alone just praying to God   Hoping that today won't be the last   I mean, just the other day this kid I knew got blasted      Say word, word, it wasn't over no cash   It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass   He was a cool kid, although we lost him big   If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did      Life's trife and then you die   Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy   That's why I keeps an alibi   Juliani wants to see a brother fry      So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused   Keep the gat there in 'case a nigga wanna smoke this   Times are difficult on the streets of New York   It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught      Blue eyes is on my back, with intentions of arresting me   But they won't get the best of me   'Cause riches are my destiny      Hey Joey, let's just get this money   Brothas just be wilin'   Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody   Brothas they been triflin'      No one expected me to blow like this   What was once hand me downs   Is now the best of ? Atanovich?   Yukon Jeeps creepin' through the streets      Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak   Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection   Green plush interior, under the seat   The heat for protection      Momma look at me now   Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child   D E L condos for first impression hoes   No more holes in my gibros      Strictly denim and clothes   Airwaves blasting my latest single   All up in the Mecca Club   Making Lucci while I mingle      Jingle jewels in the face of past enemies   Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me      Hey Joey, let's just get this money   Brothas just be wilin'   Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody   Brothas they been triflin'      Big Joe, South Bronx   Represent