Young niggas on the block, and they out to get stripes
And they out to get paper,
and they out to take lice
You can play if you want,
get popped in school
Ditch class to get cash to snatch some
Jews
Down the bus with the cops,
if they roll through the set at night
Your first nature, they gangster life
Only a team,
seen 50 bodies in two years
Pushin' up dirt,
it ain't no game out here
They blasted the big homie,
it been on ever since
Police make arrests, but have no evidence
Lil' breezy's easily fuck
in' the enemy
Get information,
and you'll be where them niggas be
Pop two ecstasies, half a pint of
Hennessy
And make sure that life
becomes instant memory
And niggas know who did it, fuck some
DNA
Retaliation awaits,
when you see men spray
This world, the youngsters carefree
Carry artillery,
double dare you kidding me?
Young and dumb, young and thirsty
Grandma hollas,
Lord have mercy, you won't see 20
In the city, out for respect and fear
All about new gear,
their murder's in, who hears?
Said you rob lil' punks,
cause you know they reals
There's some real shit jump, man,
you know they squeal
You put the gun to they chest,
you want the sack and the stack
Say he can't jook here
and don't ever come back
You did that at three,
so everybody could see
After school, the whole bus on
Fillmore
Street
Niggas shook, cause you gun flashing,
gun blasting
Neighborhood jackin',
tryna keep the neighborhood crackin'
Doin' shit, niggas dead, or in jail, foe
From a child,
how did this monster grow?
Cause the street
OGs like to preach this on
Say, shoot everything except us,
cause now, the beef is on
Caught a couple of cases,
gotta sit for a minute
But you'll be home to split you some
niggas
Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss,
boss, boss
In jail, you see your beef was added up
Your name is on the wall for being
gangsta as fuck
Robbers of the dead,
you merc, down at you
Saying when y 'all get to streets,
he spitting rounds at you
And you like that shit, that bloodshed, that turnin' up,
poppin' a dude, right in his forehead
The hands of time, you can't turn back,
them bullets you dished out, they get returned back
The first day home, they shootin' your block,
you're on probation, so you got your
Glock up
Niggas strapless, cause the police been hoppin',
you popped, your team returnin' not one shot
They sellin' rocks, they out for grip, they into hoes,
cars, and money, and they outta this shit
And when you was down,
the enemy bounced through and they denounced you
Said they couldn't wait till dead men,
pronounced you
You been under the act,
robbin' cool dudes
Gettin' work from niggas and never
payin' them back
Respectin' nobody on the block
Unless they chose to respect
the bodies on your glocks
They watch your body drop
in the same kinda hole
You put four or five men in before,
you know how the game go
They talk about you for months to come
But in a year's time, you another one like the other one
I'm going to go hotel.
Peace.
San Quinn 
