Put them cracks down you just started slangin' two months ago   Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go   Why you standin' there posin' you like Donna Karan wear   Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year      You be runnin' with them outsiders   That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders   Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo   You think that shit gon' live what he did, what this nigga said      Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up   Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter   It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin' me   You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class splash to me      Yo that shit you had in Vegas   Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac   Know this traitor, hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan   Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on      Octavia with all the ice on, yo   She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin' triple life   Marry a son who got baked, it coulda been   For a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her      Shit is fucked up when they got us, yo   She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown   Face responsibility   She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown      Little ghetto boy, playin' in the ghetto street      Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong   Talk what you talk but twist the real song   When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver   Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver      This is not a act this is more actual fact   Nuttin' but experience placed upon track   With the true sound, not lyin' out the crown   When we not workin' we hardly be around      Yeah, see the light, right now we could fight   You not a real brother you just a fake type   That get on the mic then, throw your cliche   Half the East Coast soundin' just like Rae      If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow   If you not a part of this kid act like you know   Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great   Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state      I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you   If you want some then stop frontin' is the issue   It's my turn, live niggaz could pass   Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last      Straight off the edge, into the rubbish   Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet   I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published      What you gonna do when you grow up   And have to face responsibility?      Little ghetto boy, playin' in the ghetto streets   What you gonna do when you grow up   What you gonna do when you grow up   And have to face responsibility?      Little ghetto boy, playin' in the ghetto streets   What you gonna do when you grow up   And have to face responsibility?      One is invulnerable   In fact it involves strenuous breath control   Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult   The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points   Thirty-six of these can be fatal, the remainder, paralyzing