(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