Chorus: Mo.B Dick and O'Dell We won't be neglected We won't be denied We will not be hated Cause we're hustlin to survive Times so hard Tryin to make it Times so hard Tryin to make it Fiend: Now all jokes aside I'm having to realize I'm still breathing Since a baby teasin i knew i was gonna live Even reasons after celebrated seasons we was broke Hope was selling dope Or robbing these other folks I know every bad confrontayion that we was facing I'm a young black male what would you do in my situation Lately dozen altercation that win like a deck of cards Sayin we all out if you gonna accept the lord Chorus Master P: Bad times my cousin had done I sent two g's to his wife and son I'm sayin Dear god dont take me Why these b**hes and these n***as tryin ta break me I see dead presidents my friends get bent and mama In the ghetto tryin to pay the rent In high school used to be kings and queens Came home of a two now they jackers and fiends Ugh! Survival play ghetto games Lose your life these days for some yards or gold rings Chorus Young Bleed: Can you visualize perfection in a section of a crib And a yard full of ghetto kids When i was dreamin and creamin and wasn't makin no money Steady hustlin high to make it for n***as to die for me Thats gonna forever be real And n***a thats regardless feelin like I'm still in my faith I'm hollowed headed and heartless Balancing life on a triple beam and gambling with the arts of fate And n***as got the nerve to playa hate A young n***a in this game to survive with a 45 Lookin at the sky gettin so high n***a Above the law with underguard right between the sky and the earth Ain't touchin dirt claim to the dirty game for what it's worth Chorus