I was born in new jersey, I said it before
 But I guess nobody heard me
 My mother died young
 No sistas or brothas, I was the only son
 When I was twelve my pops died too
 What a brotha was supposed to do?
 They sent me out West
 To live with my aunt
 I guess they though it was the best
 But there was no love there
 Growin' with no moms 
 I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum
 The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom
 I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A.
 Didn't have no friends to [bad word]  Got busted to a school
 Blacks and whites, I guess the [bad word] was cool
 But in highschool I changed
 Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game
 I walked to Crenshaw high, [bad word] was fly
 I hooked up with new [bad word]  Some brothas that knew what the [bad word] to do
 You might call it gang but we called it a set
 And it was our own thang
 The whole school was down
 And one way or another everybody [bad word] around
 When the hardcore or not
 you wore the right color or your [bad word] got shot
 That's how i'm livin'...

 I did three years in and made close friends
 Havin' no love my homies came my only
 I was glad: a family I never had
 But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant
 Needin' cash, I had to change my style
 Switched from bangin' to hustlin'
 No more goin' buckwild
 Had to get a cashflow
 But my hustle was weak, it was a no go
 I join the army, four years in that [bad word]  Be all [bad word] you can be
 Came back to the hood
 My homies had done good
 Had elevated their game
 About 100 gees a lick, no [bad word]  shame
 Passed for the jewels
 Baby sledgehammers with the tools
 I speak on this with a hesitation
 Even though it passed the statue of limitation...

 I checked the bank
 Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank
 But as I grew my whole crew fell [bad word]  Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks
 Murder robbery rape escape, the whole [bad word] nine
 You robbed a [bad word] blind
 I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose
 I was intread with the pimpgame
 Took on the ice-name
 But the pimpgame moved too slow
 Especially for a [bad word] who was hooked on quick dough
 In one nite late I was in a carwreck
 And I was lucky to escape
 Hospital for teen weeks, in bed almost dead
 And when I got well, I got gaught in a cross
 And got locked in a jailcell
 That's how I'm livin'...

 They cutted me loose
 And I had to change troops
 This time they didn't catch me
 Next time they'll strecth me
 Cause my time was gettin' short
 All my homies was in court
 Or locked in a hole, this [bad word] was gettin' old
 So I changed my life
 Putted down the gun and picked up the mic
 It took ten years to get from there to here
 But I still keep a gun, cops got me on [bad word]  And they hate me more now
 Than they ever did before
 My homies came back from pen
 And we all worked together 
 [bad word] friends but every once and while
 Some punk mistakes me as a junk
 And he gets in my face
 Wrong [bad word]  place
 And I aint lyin', that's how you dyin'...