[talking]   Even though we all thugs   Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart   The wicked, spies upon the righteous   God blesses the man, who put his trust in God   He gave his only begotten son   That who ever believe in him, should not parish   But have eternal life, we'll see you thugs at the crossroad      [Hook - 2x]   Some say, life be short   I think, we was cursed from the start   I'm only trying to play my part   But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz      [Master P]   My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me   I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me   Boz told me, not to fuck with niggaz   But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up with these niggaz   'cause came home man, he looking good   Fell off, having problems in the hood   Nigga say Chico locked up, and Mussie hit the streets   And I'm still trying to find, the right lawyer for C   And my Uncle died of cancer, Black Jimmy got life   Faldy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his life   And I done seen so many, white t-shirts with faces   And I done seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted   And it's a shame nigga, it won't change nigga   We all trapped in the hood, in this game nigga   And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man nigga   And hope me and Silkk, don't have to squeeze these thangs nigga      [Hook - 2x]      [Master P]   I talked to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee   Marcus on lock, and told me they just killed Pee-Wee   T-Dub home man, Randall gone man   Kevin Miller, I put him on my arm man   Dansho on the grind, and Millie making moves   Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they cool   Some play your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping   Come out the hood on the run, and get caught slipping   Bruce and Bernell, took two to the dome   Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the phone   Slim got shot, I got a call from the cops   I was dealt a bad hand, when this shit gon stop   I gave Do a record deal, then he got killed   And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I feel   I done made it out the hood, I'm trying to do right   And why would they wanna, wish death on my life      [Hook - 2x]      [Yukon]   They say life ain't fair, but you live it to us all gone   Go through struggles, then you spit it through a hard song   Fake niggaz, trying to follow my every move   Until you load up, and put hollows through every wound   I'm from a place, where it ain't no love   Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it ain't no hugs   Just a bunch of niggaz, up on they grind   And it ain't too many real niggaz left, so they hard to find   Most likely I don't roll with em, if they ain't soldiers   Only real niggaz, can tell you that pain mold you   I got a plan, on the way to get richer   So why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz      [Desperado]   What's up peace to J-Dubs, nigga L and Mike   Little Chino ain't live long enough, to peddle his bike   It ain't right, but I'm still here holding my head   Got me thinking they still with us, but I'm knowing they dead   They say, life's short gotta hold my steel   Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field   I was cursed since my young days, speeding down these one-way's   Streets ain't no football game, we running gun plays   Die for my niggaz, put my hand on a bible   But you cowards start singing, like American Idol   Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be home   Ten to twenty upstate, a half a year in the hole nigga      [Hook - 2x]