Yeah uh huh   That true shit   That shit that makes me feel shit   To all my niggas and my bitches   Yo, check it, uh huh      It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes   Know they staring, brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing   Stuck, contemplating on who I can trust   But like Lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed   But thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns   Don't get mad, rip your hun, concentrate on my funds   Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist   Never get patted down when I step in the place   Jiggied up, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not   Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib      Gem star, double edge apply pressure   Shave 'em down, blow marks right through your mecca   Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look   Stick 'em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push   God-Body, with a rubber grip black shotti   Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies   A dossage, hand delivered, without postage   Bring it to your door step quick on short notice   Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Bronckite   Show 'em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic      Why'd you have to raise me this way   You showed me how to survive the concrete   But how long only time can say   Whatever, you are a part of me   Why'd you have to raise me this way   I'm surprised we alive today   But how long who am I to say   Whatever, you are a part of me      This is something you feel nigga   Like the theme song from Hill Street Blues   This is real, this is ill street news   How he gone, and left his moms mind struck   And now his brother ain't giving a fuck   Little sister giving up the butt now, dun' don't wet that   I want you to rest black      'Cause you better belive Noyd goin' handle that   'Cause when I get em, I'ma have 'em   Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them   I'm no killer, you know me   But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my CO-D   And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly   You keep it up and you will be dead like your homie      But I gotta redeem and get this cream by any means   I never been clean   Nigga, my whole click got dirty   From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves   Nigga you heard me   It's gangsta, it's gangsta      Why'd you have to raise me this way   You showed me how to survive the concrete   But how long only time can say   Whatever, you are a part of me   Why'd you have to raise me this way   I'm surprised we alive today   But how long who am I to say   Whatever, you are a part of me      Vision the canvas I paint a picture   Similar to Ernie's Barnes nigga   But mines is more ghetto more guns   More drugs, mostly thugs   All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons   Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out   Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out   Jumped off the roof and fell to his death, it's real   Hand ball walls displayed with R I P murials      Those who sling, play the shadows by the building   Devils spring, kept em going while the snows blowing   Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke   And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke   The sun sets looks beautiful over the projects   What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at   If you look close, you can see the bricks chipped off   Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off, don't get clipped off      Why'd you have to raise me this way   You showed me how to survive the concrete   But how long only time can say   Whatever, you are a part of me   Why'd you have to raise me this way   I'm surprised we alive today   But how long who am I to say   Whatever, you are a part of me      Why'd you have to raise me this way   I loved y'all till this day   But how long only time can say   Whatever, you are a part of me      It's real