[Intro]
Yo La
Yo, yo, holla at me ya
Come here, come here
What happen last night
Them niggas try to move on me
Word, the chick
Somethin
You know what we gotta do
Nuthin else
Say somethin
She already runnin her mouth what?
[Chorus]
Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
Not knowin if tomorrow they will turn up dead
Yo fuck regular cops, niggaz get scoped by the Feds
The ghetto live in bloodshed, we live in bloodshed
[La the Darkman]
I know this African cat, jet black, gold grill
Said we can split a half a mil if I could get his wife killed
The Feds on him, Jake to pull seven on patrol
Cops shot on the stroll by his man that's on parole
Now he haunted, had a big screen but he pawned it
Watchin FOX, saw his face on America's Most Wanted
With three seeds to feed, stressed out like bricks
So he got a fix, roll with his crackhead click
Stay twisted, robbin young ducks for their bucks
One day he slipped up, caught two shells to his gut
But he recovered, to say the first shell wasn't shit
What you workin with? A rusty 22 kid?
Then he flipped quick, bust back from four-fifths
Six fired, four hit, one crushed the pelvis the others went through his wrist
How's that for accurate?, the kids scarred for life
Equipped with a permanent limp, he was ill when he was young
Tryin to raise his son, everytime beef come he blast the Mac one-one
Spendin two G's on gold to impress the hoes
Got money in Milwaukee with a house on the low
He played the 5 boros, everyday fly
Thought he couldn't die, bags of hydro in the 5, gettin high
He had a rep for hijackin, extortion and kidnappin
Shootin up clubs, airport drug trafficking
He met his match, fuck around and robbed the wrong cat
For a hundred and eighty G's the God want his Cream back
Now it's a gun battle, but the son ain't fessin, he grabbed his Wessum
These niggaz lookin for me, I'ma shoot their ass a lesson
Going all out, kill or be killed, what's done is done
These niggaz not stoppin me from havin my fun
He at the tunnel, flexin his whip, rims dipped
Had to much cavarsia so he started to slip
Oh shit! Their go them niggaz that I stuck, that black truck, give a fuck
They want their cream, I'ma let my gat bust
Let his shells fly, the God got hit twice, he wounded
The liquor started talkin didn't know what he was doin
He crashed the whip, jumped out ran to Sixth
Flagged a cab, 'Yo, take me to Madison Ave!'
He did too much to live and too much to turn back
Laid bleedin', wonder why he had a end like that
Nobody's left, the world just me and myself
In the back of the cab, son bled to death it's fucked up, he was a good nigga
[Outro]
Whattup, street story, with the innocent kid
[Chorus]