Well where I stay its like basehead Heaven  Brothers clock dollars 24-7  Some get caught and some don't  Some'll make big money, some won't  Some bite the bullet the hard way  Brothers play the game of death but don't know how to play  Money in ya pocket can't roll cause you're square  Livin day to day is a black man's dare  Money things and jealousy's a big parta life  You thought you was the man till they stabbed you with a knife  They took ya whole stack for a piece crack  Brothas don't know how to act, watch ya back    (CHORUS)  They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back  They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back  They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back  They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back    Grow up in the ghetto actin savage  When junkies smoked dope and murder was average  How could you cope in the city of dope  Young brotha hangin from a tree by a rope  Ya sellin pound to pound earnin nothin but a name  In the streets ya got fame, but the chilla all the same  Flashin cash and thinkin you're on top  But you fell to the bottom when the gun went pop  A brotha who's nothin will always have nothin thats a fact  People don't know how to act, watch ya back    (CHORUS)    Walkin down the street around 12 at night  Tryin to sell rocks but ain't a base head in sight  One pops up from outta nowhere  And then another and another and another  Shoulda watcha back like a soldier  I told ya  They're gonna getcha brotha    (CHORUS)