| Lyrics: | [Bleek talking:]
yeah, MADE, no mob shit,
money additude direction and education,
on
some real shit think about my hood one time,
my hood this is a trip,
Change and cross
niggaz, where did we go wrong
[Verse 1:]
I'm from that two bedroom apartment marcy, 534
middle building yeah this here started me, i'm new to 'em, but
consider me young, seen it all
happen and understand what was done, but all i wanted was fly kicks fly shit, little nigga
but
still kept a fly bitch, and back then it was love in the hood, knuckle up with ya dogs but fuck it
its all good, now i'm
in the crib rippin up to go to war with him, same little nigga i used to
steal from the store with him. I'll go and get him
from school, we used to take the same bus
same train back then we was koo, i broke bread at lunch with him, and if momz left
me with two
singles then u know i'm splitting one with him. We cut skoo in the building i lived in, one floor
higher,
smoking and get high. Damm think of H, now he locked up north it was like yesterday we
was practicing sports, went from
flipping on mats and now he flipping in the box, locked 23
hours a day he in the max, ain't no looking back, cause this life
goes on, we was kids didn't
think about the rights or wrongs. Nobody judged us the ghetto loved, streets the only thing
that
eva took something from us. I lost a couple friends, but i promised and prayed that when i
make it i'ma see them again. I
admit i was wild as a child and my moms didnt like none of my
friends we used to call her Ms. Vow. My brother stayed on
punishment, momma found out he
hustling , found couple jacks her plan she thought of flushing them, me i'm in the streets
i
swore i neva change my brother caught a case i came up to do the
same
[Chorus:]
Thi |
