[Intro]
Regulate any stealin' of his property, and we're damn good, too
But you can't be any geek off the street
Gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean, earn ya keep
It's Grands
[Verse One: Jose Grands]
Freedom's a must, I gotta make it out someday
Nowadays p**y n***a's resort to gunplay
Whatever happened to the days where you shoot the ones?
Now they get they a** whipped, resort to guns
It's not a day goes by, I don't think about my child
I can hear her saying "Daddy!", and I'm seeing her smile
But when I look up in the mirror all I see is a frown
Damn, they ain't giving out jobs so we resorting to pounds
It's a hard knock life that we live from the start
5'8'', 150, with a chest full of heart
I never was the type to write cause I'm a beast with my thoughts
Freestyle battle, I'm used to tearing n***a's apart
But I done edged along into a new stage of life
Slick with the words, but my flow is sharp like a knife
Jail life, all I did was play cards, roll dice
Listen to stories about fights in the outside life
Judge steady f**in' n***a's in court
Innocent spic's getting ready for deport
Hell I'd k** for a Newport short
And catch a buzz from a Tylenol short
But thank God for everyday, cause life's too short
Then I ask God, why am I in this position?
Maybe it's the test of time to make a new transition
Now no dope boy pitchin', just a radio
Just a TV to watch, no p**y, no tits, no wood in the crotch
Like Jay said, I guess it's cat for a child
No more rainy days, cause them kids is holdin' it down
I think about the outside and I'm ready to amp
I gotta send this letter off, all I need is a stamp
Yeah, all I need is a stamp
[Outro]
From here on nothing goes down unless I'm involved
No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothin'
A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in