[Verse One]
What's up kid? I know [bad word] is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you should've slid to my crib [bad word] it black, no time for looking back it's done
Plus congratulations you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flippin, talk about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too [bad word] with the niggas from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach - it's bugged
Plus little Rob is selling [bad word] on the dime
Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife than ever
What's up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in [bad word] You was my [bad word] when push came to shove
One what? one love

[Verse Two]
Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same [bad word] is going on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
The [bad word] you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
Word to mother, I heard him fronting
And he be pumping on your block
Your man gave him your glock
And now [bad word] together, what up son, whatever
Since I'm on the streets I'm gonna put it to a cease
But I heard you blew a [bad word] with a ox for the phone piece
Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira
Better chill cause them niggas will put that [bad word] on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
But maintain when [bad word] home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab niggas know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the next V-I
I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til [bad word] home I play it low key
So stay civilised, time flies
Though incarcerated your mind (dies)
I hate it when your mum cries
It kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love

[Verse Three]
Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera [bad word] a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week
And hitting L's while I'm sleeping
two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible [bad word] with the corners have a [bad word] up in Belleville
Or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
future in a maximum state pen is grim
So [bad word] back home, nobody's helping shorty doo [bad word] Rollin two Phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops
He said, "Nas, niggas could be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little [bad word] Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad [bad word] I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him
'cos when the pistol blows that's when a murder be the cool one
Tough luck when niggas are [bad word]  families [bad word] up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take he