What is it I can say
Because the very next day
Magnificent be cuttin
I'd rather go out fightin
Smoke Eight packs a day
Or the Bay
The streets is callin me
That ain’t what you gon' see
Till we gon baby, C. Ward
You either love to cross the board
Lock shit, like clamps and shackles on hostage
I mean that that dick do so much damage
Passed two generations, and they going to the system
Up all night we strictly swangin' hummers on the fuckin’ track
Spit it out and rap just tight
Sitting by the tomb stone holding a flash light

[juice verse
Wit a wide crowd lookin
Instead of 28, you cookin 26
We out, we out of here
Put a J in my еar
Full of time
So, when I rhyme
Whеn nothing else work, start biting
All I know is writing
Time to get money, I'm so low
Me and Marley Marl, we are resented, ya know?
And after midnight, you besta stay the fuck out of site
Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight
If anything the tank hot, that paper keep us heated
I treat them like they outta be treated
We keep it strapped in this Killa Cal habitat
Like that Mr. Fat Pat, we fin to rat-a-tat
So when I talk about you, can't even remember your name
Maintain the main thang, blame, it is a mystical frame
The Stereotype, this life, I'm knee deep in
When we all fight together anything we can do
[juice chorus
What is it I can say
Because the very next day
Magnificent be cuttin
I'd rather go out fightin
Smoke Eight packs a day
Or the Bay
The streets is callin me
That ain't what you gon' see
Till we gon baby, C. Ward
You either love to cross the board
Lock shit, like clamps and shackles on hostage
I mean that that dick do so much damage
Passed two generations, and they going to the system
Up all night we strictly swangin' hummers on the fuckin’ track
Spit it out and rap just tight
Sitting by the tomb stone holding a flash light
[x verse]
It ain’t too easy to find me refresh edit delete source rapgenius
Of the century, that's how it’s meant to be
Once the innocence died, it was fallin skies
Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually rise
Now they callin' collect back in jail on the phone
And may the lord have mercy on them bitches I'mma bone
Try to fight, you might end up in critical condition
On your best systems, I'm deep like addiction
It’s murder when they drop the beat
It's yo' game but it's they concrete
Yee know, it's 'bout the money
In Denver Colorado, with a Colfax honey
Get them before they get you
My coochie, coochie, coochie, coo
Thought those boys would mess
And this is hot off the press
It's a shame you didn't make no money
Soon as I pop the top, on this beer
And I embrace this, spray shit, you banned from the projects
Make heads bang, 'till they're bleeding out of their necks
Forget the great jelly, we gon' jam, cuz see
You staring at me, wondering just who I be
Lemme protect you from these years to come
And turned a fucked up life into a happy home
[juice chorus
What is it I can say
Because the very next day
Magnificent be cuttin
I'd rather go out fightin
Smoke Eight packs a day
Or the Bay
The streets is callin me
That ain't what you gon' see
Till we gon baby, C. Ward
You either love to cross the board
Lock shit, like clamps and shackles on hostage
I mean that that dick do so much damage
Passed two generations, and they going to the system
Up all night we strictly swangin' hummers on the fuckin' track
Spit it out and rap just tight
Sitting by the tomb stone holding a flash light
[yungmoney verse]
Yungmoney XDs verse is un known at the time