The B.U.M.s - Take a Look Around lyrics

{*whispered*} Take a look around.. take a look around.. Take a look around.. take a look around.. [E-Vocalist] Yo, I had dreams but financially didn't have the means Wore dirty jeans and bought hot sneaks from dopefiends I know it's hard but three bucks daily is real Out here gats k** sellin crack stacking money to chill And 57th in the summer's like a hand grenade Taps on that a** because my block stay paid I'm not afraid, after money's made I parlay Uptown burk after work at the arcade Addicted, to cash like kids to cotton candy And had many ways to slide papes to my phalanges Even in high school my teachers knew the half Cause if I wasn't in cla**, I'm the restroom playing craps Keeping my game on tight like menstraul cramps Selling twenty rocks for sixty knocks of food stamps But now I'm on the up, no time to live foul Concentrate on staying straight cause now I got a child All the while, King Tech, put it in effect Engineered it all the ears and produced by Fredwreck For a sec, use your mind to process the data My sound hits hard like a real Oakland Raider Never been a playa hater or a Phi Kappa Beta But if you front on me now, E-Vo' attack that a** later Until my dying day I make papes and parlay I've traveled around the world but make my home in the Bay {*whispered*} Take a look around.. take a look around.. Take a look around.. take a look around.. [Hook: repeat 2X] I know you know where I'm comin from brother You got to learn about yourself before you love another Don't be afraid of what hides in the shadows {"Leave your 9's at home and bring your sk**s to the battle" -] Jeru} [D-Wyze] Well the kid be alright, my crews get you fived and live right I'm ill, so watch the bad boy spill the phil's What is it? Mad verbal off the fifty-fifth hill So check the word life, because it's real I was raised on this Eastside, the poor side of hell Where all the crackfiends all dwell Where the brothers sell knocks of twenty knocks on all spots And get hemmed by track star Oakland (?) cops I ran with a wild pack Hard like Yukon trucks, with straps like backpacks Stackin cash for the fun I was nasty with my knucks cause I was taught when I was young But sh**, it's ninety-four ain't no fightin no more I see blood all over the walls and n***as on the floor I'm mad dog - I'm tryin to make a leap like a frog I wanted to do some new sh**, write rhymes become a hit I started off at CMT but that's another story G A misconception of words, I had to cross to All City Word life, now D-Wyze is stakin on the wife I work hard for what I've gotten but I'm, still a little trife Despite, the dope and violence, I love what I've done Now stick my, dick in your eye so you can see where I'm cumin from It's hard Oak, motherf**in Cali One time to stay alive, puffin blunts in the alleys It's one world {*whispered*} Take a look around.. take a look around.. Take a look around.. take a look around.. [Hook]