(feat. Daisey) (Yukmouth: one long verse) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah October 18th '74, the year I was born A young n***a ready for war It's in my blood to get the 'fetty for sure I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging f*ggats are raw And I'm the advocate, crackhead, in '86 we started having sh** Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, when crack-ages For my cousin, making twenty off a note But I refused to go broke; my whole family slang dope And my big sister was a little richer cuz she always f**ed around with the big pushers I watched n***az break keys in sinks with jackhammers and ginsus Throw me money for tennis shoes I been a dude since high school with latest clothes and them j**els Had me paper chasing, I didn't finish school I bought a quarter ounce in the ooze Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real n***az do I'm walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell And Little D, I'm balling n***az from my projects I listened to I keep it real with my interviews I was broke as f** and sleeping on the floor in the village dude I'm just a wise G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed Thick as quarter peak I build a dynasty? So a pistol whip and rob n***az What goes around, comes around cuz I end up getting shot n***a But got love not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly Like the whole block locked, I live lovely And my father was a black gorilla family crack dealer with the house on 'Icula, made scratch for realla That's why I say it's in my blood cuz my father was a thug With the Columbian blood, flood the block with d** n***a! We slang lots of c**a with glocks up in the hosta' La Costra Nostra n***a!