Get Low Playaz - Ashes to Ashes lyrics

(OG) We're chillin in the Labb My n***a JT, Bushy Moe, D-Moe We finna do this for the Ninety-4 We lay that sh** like you now how mayn (OG) Ashes to ashes and dust to dust The ghetto is turnin' into a f**in' head rush When I was young I used to sittin' or fantasize But now I understand that I was born to die Lookin' out the window of a 10 story project I ask the question - how harder can the ghetto get? k**er's beein born to take the place of other k**ers Babies growin up to be notorious dope dealers Never went to school my school was the streets My only diploma was the motherf**in rap sheet After a while no more juvenile for me I graduated to the state penitentary Walkin' the yard with my partners out of Fillmoe k**ers stick together cause thats the way the game go But in this game there's no one you can trust So ashes to ashes and dust to dust (D-Moe) That's real n***a Straight for the Ninety-4 GLP Peep the 2nd crush (OG) Tryin to stay alive or survive ain't no joke , mayn Often I feel I'm playin a russian roulette game Sometimes it feels like a nightmare But when I wake up my problem is still there Can't get a job and that ain't helpin' a damn thang So I resulted to the streets and slangin caine We used to use knifes because knifes were for toughest But now we use automatics, pistols, grips and pumps To k** again is a way of life Dope fiends k**in' one another over base pipes Never took the time to get close to my family Cause it's my family that's constantly gettin me "Freddy's Dead" cause he was livin for the cola Knocked or smooth another young high roller Cause in this game there's no one you can trust So ashes to ashes and dust to dust (D-Moe) The game ain't gon stop for ya, mayne You either stick wid it Or you gotta get up outta (D-Moe) Life in the fast lane c**aine dope game Only the players change The game stays the same So I continue to keep my composure Survivin in the ghetto and livin like a soldier I keep my hand on my Nine Cause the other side of midnight is nothin but hard time Black cats creepin Rats in the gutter and dope fiends tweakin Sometimes I feel I'm the cause of it But now I realize the devil's just bullsh** Cause how can I be to blame When 20 million other n***as doin' the same thang I'm gettin in where I fit in Cause winners never lose and losers never win Cause in the ghetto survival is a must So ashes to ashes and dust to dust (D-Moe) And it's straight like that, mayne That real sh** Only for my real motherf**ers And that's how we doin it in the 9-4 And we're outta here Just like that Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Ashes to ashes and dust to dust For the 9-4 For the n***a-n**y-n**y-n**y 9-4 Yeah, for the 9-4 We bout to tear this sh** up, hoe Tear it up, yo For the 9-4 And we're out for the 9-4