[Intro: Styles P]
 It's a lot of pain (a lot of pain)
 You learn to live with it though (know'msayin)
 Things we do

 [Styles P:]
 Hungry, starvin in beast mode
 Live by the street code, where niggaz take your [bad word] like the repo
 The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good  [bad word] 
 So-called brother in the hood (brother)
 Lord help us (Lord help) you gotta know we possessed (y'know)
 I guess it's the stress that make us a hot mess
 It's somethin on the chest cause none of my niggaz rest (none of them)
 Graveyard shift; my guns with the laser spit
 'Til you're hit, all the [bad word] off (off)
 Nobody go to church but they hustle to get across
 Who am I to argue or fight or bicker (who am I)
 When, I could see my demon in the cup of the liquor
 Reflection, my section, [bad word] s gettin thicker  [bad word] s thick)
 Cause love don't mix with the liquor - you should know that
 Gun, knife or bat I'm yellin out hold that
 Twenty, fifties or hundreds, you know I'm tryin to fold that

 [bad word] x2: Styles P]
 I live my whole life for a green piece of paper (five)
 Did some trife [bad word]  for a green piece of paper (ten)
 Did some hype [bad word]  for a green piece of paper (twenty)
 green piece of paper (fifty) a green piece of paper (a hundred)

 [Styles P:]
 In the game for mad years, paid a whole lot of dues in it
 Never bite the hand that feeds you (never) but [bad word] is different
 When the hand that feeds you ain't got food in it (what do you do then?)
 Room full of scholars, bet you it's a fool in it (I bet you!)
 Yeah, I learn my wisdom from the wise (whattup)
 But then I learned livin from the lies (salute)
 Both drop the same jewel boy, better get it it's your time (no it ain't)
 But nope I say it's God time
 I'm just a maker of hard rhymes, due to the hard times
 Skin's real thick, you could look at the scar lines
 Sometimes in my mind, I be still on the yard time
 Hittin the bar time; [bad word] to the push-ups to the dips (yeah)
 But real niggaz push up with the clips (that's what it is)
 My niggaz is raw, you heard right, no cook up in this [bad word] (no cook up)
 Let it go you better duck, don't look up in this [bad word] (don't look up)
 We came to body somethin, we ain't shook up in this [bad word] (we ain't shook)

 [bad word] 

 [Styles P:]
 I did some trife [bad word]  and hype [bad word] (yeah)
 On the grind every night that's why I don't write [bad word] (why I don't write)
 Used to go hand-to-hand, rob niggaz man-to-man
 Hoppin out the hoopty or the van cause I ain't have a plan (I ain't have a
 Plan)
 Now I did a lot of [bad word]  for a green piece of paper (a lot of [bad word] 
 I formed my teams, I was on the scene thinkin major
 Before a e-mail I served fiends off the pager
 Gettin high, dreamin 'bout a green piece of paper

 [bad word]