[C-Murder]   Let me see them 3's, put em up   This for all my lil' soldiers out there stuck in the world   or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't have a choice   (fuck the world nigga you got a choice)   on whether they wanted to be there or not   In the ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a place called the street   (ya heard me?)      [Chorus: C-Murder]      It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love   I'ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga blood   It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love   but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga blood      [C-Murder]   I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimes   and will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?   I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love   Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived   It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold   I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold   and I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon   Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them niggaz I'm checkin   Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots   Holdin meetings on the block a young nigga at the top   and will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta   doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will never stop      [Chorus]      [C-Murder]   Two years I'm locked up like a BITCH I'm boxed up   Hard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up   But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms   By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't trip   They're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don't be like no busta   These streets don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya   Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues   And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues nigga   I'ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities   Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get nigga   You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat   Cause real life ain't on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotch      [Chorus 2X]      [C-Murder]   It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me love   C-Murder, C-P-3-killer   Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans   The infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age well   Streets got me crazy, will I die I don't know   It's war crimes baby, takin over the world   Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business   Handle your own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghetto   Will I die I don't know baby   It ain't up to me it's up to that man upstairs   So I just say to all the young niggaz out there   goin through what I went through, there's a way out   So keep your head high   and keep your heat low, ya heard me?   [fades out]