Yo yo gu-rizzi, yo   Yo whassup son?    Yo man, youknowhatimean? I need this money man   Get up out in these, in these streets man   Yo, so what's the deal god?    I'm sayin, what you need though?    Yo let me have like, two or three, three g's man   I'm sayin, I'm sayin son man   You know what happened last time though   I gotta do what I gotta do man, I gotta eat man   Whassup man? oh your baby momma stressin you? ...      Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crew   Only a few percent knew what me and you went through   We've been sent to dominate, these corny come-lates   And set this crooked rap shit straight from crenshaw to castlegate   Like pete and cl, I reminisce over days   From the streets of boston to new york and all the ways   For certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid   But my praise goes to the most high   Cause some nights I got so wild yo, I almost died   Some stuff I got into, really scarred my mental   Pops wasn't tryin to hear it, cause of what he been through   Still, like my nigga havoc said, sometimes you gotta   Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread   Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin cheddar   And things in this world are more fucked up than ever   So let's make this bond to keep this hip-hop strong   You a man baby pop you know right from wrong   So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too   That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you...      You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked   Doin your thing, sewin shit up on the block   You need to stop, fore you get caught again   Or you get shot and I lose another friend      "any man with the plan is precise with his life"      "think twice"      My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze   For a nigga like me, most time that shit's bad news   It's like lightin a fuse whether it's sneakers or shoes   Cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud   It's like set-tin it off but not the movie   Plus let's get some real women forget floozies and the groupies   Cause they spell mad problems from watts to harlem   And the bullshit won't stop long as the world's revolvin   And I recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout   But they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out   And they was seein if I wanted to come bubble with them   And make my ends triple and double with them   And get in trouble with them, now memories of them   I wear em in my heart like a emblem   I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin dope coke or dust   It's killin us, let's take our people and make a exodus   Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs   Or extermination, by the use of dirty guns   Triple beam dreams and drug schemes of mad cream   Could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme      "any man with the plan is precise with his life"      "think twice"      "my advice is to you..."