This ain't no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash  but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast  nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum  nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum  nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos  everyone tries be packin' to suspense to  like robert ludlum  and every cupid proclaims that he shoots it  and front with a stunt to move - troop it  all portray, quick to say  that they're hard all the way  but he play seems to fade  when they have price to pay  well I know so brother who buck you down for nothin'  listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a little something  Some chitchat, some pull a gat for that  some chitchat, some pull a gat for that  One day I had to witness this sort of heavy riff  it seemed like a trip  how they moved that quick  this pitiful vic never knew what hittem  glock on the temple  make the dome just drip some blood  sure he was a young blood, physical prime and fit  and the whole neighbourhood shook heads negative  but he had it comin', ending stiff  later on I figured out motormouth  talkin' loud, now stonecold on the ground  turnin' blue, these bodies do  but not because of shame  talkin' untamed 'bout some name  make your family mourn your name  so some don't start lookin'  when some words are spoken  Once again, I ain't the one who pulls all the stunts  low pro, this I know  calmer than one on the blunt  never do what I'm told  and my head I hold  then again I'm prepared for the man who acts bold  and my folks they know I love the glock  but I ain't packin' for luck  'cos then I'm stuck  the way you live is the way you die  some food for thought, for ego bigheads who fly too high  and the brothers at the gym  well they know gat on the lap, selfesteem grows  but I keep it as a secret, don't really live by the trigger  just figure when you chat about that  life ends much quicker