Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers   Knahmean? We just tryin' to stay above water   Feel me? I mean, I speak for the Gs, the hustlers   They understand me, knahmsayin'? Shit      Lock into this time an' lock out, always   I mean ain't nothin' promised to niggaz like us   You know?      Just another day, another dollar   Now look what you got, another hater, another plotter   Shit, you know the drill, a brother pay, a brother holla   Watch 'em, they creepin', another raid, another copper      Aw, man, another case, another lock-up   What? Another bail, know that cake better pop up   Yup, that's just day to day shit we go through   And results of the day to day shits we go through      You know, some niggaz day to day pitch, they local   An' some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal   An' some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal   I don't honor them fools   Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed      I speak from the heart of the hood   From the boarded up apartments with wood   From the cracked down crack houses   To the burnt up black houses   To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out      An' puffin' weed makes my actions switch   I'm at the window with the pistol   Like Malcolm, ain't that a bitch?   An' I'm paranoid, paranoid but still I got to get it   Got to have it, make it happen, boy      Now I lay me down to sleep   I pray the Lord, my soul to keep   If I should die before I wake   I pray the Lord, my soul to take   An' may this song play all the way      An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat   This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me   An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat   This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me      Look now, another dead, another born   Vice versa, another here, another gone   Pay attention, another smile, another mourn   Another funeral, another baby shower goin' on      Get it, huh, that's just life in the hood   You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood   Huh, get it, I live the life of a hustler   No sleep all night for a hustler, buster      An' if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep   I swear fiends'll chase that high for four weeks   Plus I'm still dealin' with the day to day beef   An' stress, hunger, patience, the day to day basics      Yep, shit that we go through, you know   Shit, look at the shit that we go through, you know   Niggaz come home, can't get jobs   Niggaz gettin' money, actin' like they can't get robbed   An' that don't mix      Now I lay me down to sleep   I pray the Lord, my soul to keep   If I should die before I wake   I pray the Lord, my soul to take   An' may this song play all the way      An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat   This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me   An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat   This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me