(B-Real)
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses
for the trivial things and the pain life induces [bad word] are wild, and so was I, young and stupid
it's incredible, what a [bad word] circumstance produces them
Criminals, led by the originals, high [bad word]  motivated by the, principles
some of us out - he used to think we were invincible
on the corner bangin' and slangin' the high bitual
Deadly rituals fill my head, nothin' spiritual
Bullets filled up bodies like hands from my physical
I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools
Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule [bad word] and hate filled my adrenaline
I play doctors here's two bullets for your medicine
I carry those days like a weapon close to me
The memories of hot lead rippin' a hole through me
 [bad word]  B-Real)
Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer
Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter
Snakes' pit every ground I landed on
Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong
You hate the songs that you pump up all day long
Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong
Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on
Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong
Stand...

(B-Real)
So [bad word] and go in this lifetime that you serve
Faces change, liscenses' everywhere you turn
Gangsta's [bad word] blinded, visions [bad word] blurred
Learned to stay alive to the real side of the curb
You came along way but some still refuse to notice
they turned they back on us and they tried to provoke us
You ask about us, you talk trash about us
walk fast around us, but my block fast allowed us
Don't try to crowd us [bad word]  we'll smack you up
Look around and see who's willin' to back you up
You're in a ghost town and home alone like Macaulay [bad word] don't say my name [bad word]  don't even think of me
Fire start spittin' from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up
I'm the C4 that blew up your porch
I spit venom quicker than the punch on your Porsche
Venom so deadly I'll make your [bad word]  life divorce ya
Ask for Alamoney, [bad word]  you all phoney
I'll make you sing the blues like you're Paulpau Coloney
Go ask Moley, you in the middle of [bad word] And anything you say I'll be known the [bad word] The force drops hits a ball, makin' me die of laughter
Cause I know what these son-of-a [bad word] are after
Your mind and soul, if your blind and cold
then your [bad word] sign is shown, then your [bad word]  mind is blown
 [bad word]  B-Real)
Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer
Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter
Snakes' pit every ground I landed on
Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong
You hate the songs that you pump up all day long
Hated on, but we're still standin' strong
Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on
Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong
Stand...