Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a
bleachers with a Jewish dude Yo name rung bells in the neighborhood Best head in the whole wide world Prettiest chest they ever gave to a woman It almost hates to make a
{Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store But on his way in, he has a sudden
in my lot Lately I've been thinkin' a lot, drinkin' a lot Even gave tweakin' a thought, I keep with the pot Be sleepin' a lot, wake up confused I don
or take my ass on the run Or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one I'm gettin' struck 'cause doin' time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka
from A to Z Bag you up like A & P DMX n' KFC [DMX] Bench nigga I'm a bless niggaz wit my slugs stress niggaz I'm a wet niggaz wit my thugs
so on so now I'm a embryo Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine months Chillin' with my mother to guide me And nuttin' but a stomach
the age of 15 Cause she ain't havin this (ah-ah), her son a street pharmacist Had them clucks hoppin faster than jumpin jacks 1st and 15th tryin to get
it was just a dream, August 7, 4:15 God closed His eyes and the world got mean August 7, 4:15 4:15 4:15 4:15 ...
age of 15 a brother gave her a baby She's 19 now and it drover her crazy And now everytime She turns around All the people in the neighborhood Look and
't keeping an eye on cecilia, Lux would suntan on her towel wearing a swimsuit that caused the knife-sharpener to give her a 15-minute demonstration for
a nigga for lookin' didn't know he was blind So I find Mankind is a serious threat To another others kind when there's something to get In a vet gonna
living in the hood with my dad so I'm up and gone Mom remarried and had a baby we living in my grandmas home We living in a neighborhood that's middle
and 15th kay shizze is a real fuckin' G Big lot of money, nothing less than a twenty Yo, you want a five-oh, the Dopeman got plenty To be a Dopeman,
tell E.T. MC's they gotta phone home Girl I see you in the club but your eyes full of pain Your man a wifebeater, find a new man And for my little sisters
one That'll bite your ass to pieces Where my cancers at the one That'll cut your ass to shreds Hey, ya'll better look out, coming to ya'll neighborhood soon A