Verse 1: (Willie D)
As I roll through the motherf**ing inner city
27 years and the block still looks sh**ty
The mayor put his picture on my fence
Promised us a lot of sh** and I ain't seen that b**h since
I'm bout to do a Frank Nitty
Cause the potholes f**ing up the shocks on my new Chevy
Gotta Malcolm X 'em like Spike Lee
Cause they taking n***as in the hood lightly
Politicians just use black folks
They only come around when they want a motherf**ing vote
And ain't no sense in you going to city hall catching fevers
You stand a better chance seeing Jesus
So I got me a plan
Steal me a Astrovan and take the law into my own hands
And I ain't going out talking to them hoes
(What's your objective?)
I'm putting blood on they clothes
Cause they don't respect n***as
Until we start shaking they a** and pulling triggers
And that's a Goddamn fact
Now what you so-called hard motherf**ers know about that?
Chorus: (Melanie McGee)
I wonder why life's a b**h, then you die
Same thing that makes you laugh makes you cry
Why judge that bro, cause you reep what you sowe
What goes around, come around, now you know
Verse 2: (Sho)
Little miss Jackie, she got turned out
f**ing with that gla** dick
Little miss Jackie, she turning tricks
She putting her mouth on everybody dick
Hey yo Jackie, finest little thing in 12th grade
Jazzy haircut, Anita Baker fade
But I couldn't get the play or the time of day
Cause in life we was headed in opposite ways
While she was trying to reach the top
I was slanging rocks, drinking brew and dodging crooked cops
Used to give her my all
And every day in school a n***a got dissed in the halls
But it didn't take long for me to find
Every dog can't chew on every bone
Then some time went by
I heard through the grapevine, little Jackie was getting high
This I just couldn't believe
Not Jackie, miss most likely to succeed
One day rolling up the cut
I seen this fiend, pants all in her bu*t
I'm thinking to myself that's a shame
I stopped at the light she called out my real name
Stuck her head in my window said she needed help
I looked it was Jackie 'what you did to yourself?'
The devil ain't nothing but crack
That b**h small as a tic tac
What you know about that?
Chorus
Verse 3: (Willie D)
Now let's talk about Craig, a jockey and a dopehead
>From the time he could walk little Craig was misled
He had a freeloading stepdaddy, mama was a hoe
She sold her a** to take care of that Negro
He used to pimp her, and make her give him every cent
(And peep this, made her own kids pay rent)
Craig started jacking, bringing every dollar home
Got a gun and a screwdriver, fool got his hustle on
Crank your sh** in a second
(And if you walk up on him, you better draw your weapon
Cause he'll put you to rest, and rest you quick
And wouldn't lose sleep) Not one single bit
Then he met this girl who became his wife
Bought a car and a crib, started a new life
'Til one day, riding with his family
He saw this n***a that he f**ed back in the game, gee
He threw some dirt, the n***a threw it back
Dressed his family in black
Now what you know about that?
Chorus