Verse 1:    As I, reminisce about the old days,  The OJs, Devon 'n Kase,  Bumpin' grindin' in the hallways  Back in school, I broke the rules,  I ran wid fools I paid my dues  I do anything to be cool  It's funny how time flies  In the blink of an eye,  Ya see years of ya life go passin' by  As I try to maintain,  I break the chains  Weed smoke in my brain,  Just to ease the pain  I recall it was a black thang, a mack game  Now it's either gangbang or livin' in the crack game  Mercy mercy meeee, not to curse me,  Just cause it hurts me,  To see my people out ah work doin' dirt  Money comes disperse drain an accountant for what it's worth,  Poverty stricken environments,  Lead to early retirements  Drugs moved into the ghetto by the government  I'm back by popular demand,  A easy hundred grand,  Made Marvin Gaye feel like a troubled man  Schemes calculating dreams made on triple beams  So it seems all things is for the green    Verse 2:    It's just the way it's gon' be till I die  This gangsta life, who ride throw up sets  It's for the evil mind,  Living our lives sayin' he's a friend of mine  Had these niggas wanna smoke me in the blink of the eye tell me why?  Retaliatin' waitin' in the bushes wid the Calico  Reload and ready to go hit the floor  Ride on young hogs get ya bang on,  And make sure you got ya zones  Get ya slang on, ya caine on  It's a meetin' a short greetin'  Nobody's leavin', till we see some body leakin'  Some deady bodies bleedin',  And every place we roll we get a G-stroll  Punks jump up to get beat down and T rowed    (Big Syke)  We commence to smash, get the cash, that's all we wanted  Wid desire expired cause every hood is haunted  By killas and jackers, tryna make it as a street hog  Bustin' out a coupe in the smog....    Verse 3:    As I begin to put 'em in bags  I'm taking drags from the shrimp  Stake that sweat, like a bitch's clit  But I gotta keep it lit,  Don't split just take another hit  Man slug to ya fuckin' dome,  And now ya spirit and soul  Has got nowhere to fuckin' roam,  I be the one that is ready to battle invitin' the one to come try me  Who in the fuck ever said that A-Roc was bad as evil a crimey  And goin' through bottle it harm wid dice bitch to your fuckin' throat  He's dead and he's gone goody bye, so you know that is all he wrote  So bon voyage to those that stand around it's time to break  If not you'll be another fucking victim's life I take  When I was born I came along wid a pair of big ass nuts  I smoking 'em all so fuck the rest of all you rappin' mutts    (Big Syke)  Our future's been dark since little locs in the park  Weak appetites searchin' for a light but none in sight  I know God see a nigga in this turmoil and suspense  Trapped in this gutter residence..    (?????)  Fuck friends and gets my endz is all I know  I can't trust no nigga, so you know I damn so can't trust no hoe,  Cash been hard to find since '89, been a steady grind  Always involved, in major crime    (????)  I got a crew that'll rush a chosen few to stay true  Till the end gettin' our revenues and payin' dues  Still tow this money, payback for murdered buddies  Now things is bloody, time to play 'em like putty,  Gots to give me my props cause we comes deep  Hard rock lettin the evil mind be known on your street    Verse 4: Big Syke    Cause me and my row dogs everything we did as kids was for the turf,  Tryna make it work, and my woman's gettin' her feelings hurt  See that's my row dog and you my row puppy,  Not likin' him and sweatin' me's making shit crazy  Hazy days wid penetentiary ways don't make me choose  Cemetary dates, escalate, so you know you lose  I'm cruisin' through chaos, drivin' through hell county  Disappear off the earth, only my row dog can find me  Always on the side of me in danger parlayin' on betta days  To the Oak we'll stay down forever to our dyin' days,  I pray to Yahweh every night to lead us right across  Whoever go first, don't let the other get lost  Playaboss is what we call ourself  Soon as we got a taste ah wealth  Now we satelite niggaz wid a bigger aresenal on our shelf,  Trained and schooled by Gs, death before dishonor  Shakin' fleas, fuck wid these you a goner, my East partner  On my side when we ride in synchronized formation,  Making hits, pullin' licks, building our reputation  In the hood from a tiny to a G-hog,  Nothing comes closer nigga,  Than me and my road dogs.