(feat. Holloway of Ghetto Commision) (Holloway) As I slide into this gangsta track, I lost so many gangstas to this game of crack My entourage is camouflage And n***as hollering gangsta that Gangsta this But you ain't no motherf**in gangsta b**h I doubt you ever rocked an ounce, and bouncers had to bang a b**h Im dangerous Not by my choice, but by my lifestyle My lifestyle was quite wild, I hustled as a juvenile And ran the streets with thuggish n***as, Packin plenty heat Riding like dirty coroners, n***as like that keep me on my feet My little cousin doin life with no parole,cause he had to peel this n***a ( k** this n***a) Realest n***a, I hope you n***as feel me n***a f** doin bad and f** being on my a** And f** being that n***a screaming "f** dawg I wish I had" I'm bout that dollars, to them b**hes that want to holla holla Me and that n***a Fiend, ain't giving up nothing for them punks to swollow I ain't gone lie, its a beautiful thing to be a rich man But peep game, the way I had to get it was a b**h man (chorus) Where do I belong Is this world my home Where do I belong Is this world my home (Fiend) Yo, I was tried dawg in the ghetto, told to survive the best way I can
How these young black males, gone teach theyself to be a man I heard my God was k**ed by the clan What? that ain't in my plan I'll be damned if they gone stop us praying Look I spoke to let my inner thoughts get carried away Every child thats born, somebody got buried that day Holloway dog, if I ain't really know no better I swear my life was measured, and its slowly getting severed And it feels like " I don't even know my life no more, so when I live like, I don't know right no more" My brother Kevin told me to protect your mama Or either dog purgatory is where they'll never find ya I got scraps and bruises, and my eyes are plenty damp >From the unsincere to near my real camp I am disgusted,get ready to say f** it You know what partner, go head and turn around this Cutla** (Fiend talking) Watch the curb n***a Man what the..Hollow man what the f** you doin? (Holloway) n***a you wanted me to turn the motherf**in car around, I'm turning this bich around Now what you gone do n***a? (Fiend) So, so you think I told you to turn this motherf**er around for nothin (Holloway) n***a handle your business (Fiend) Unlock the door (Holloway) Lets do it