Chorus]
The struggle
lives hard times, we do or die
My whole
crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain
son elevate try to build
But now youre
still cuz incarceration is for real
Yeah son you
know its on
Now who would
be the clown in the nine-six to mess around and catch a
fist
I show no
mercy if you irk me
I got
physical that alert me when some herb tried to jerk me
Or put the
squeeze on it, break down the cipher
But it wont
work, were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you
insane is your brain intact
We be
official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes
the lyrical, aerial raid right where you rest at
Now test that
I snatch your
heart right through your chest black
Gettin ill
thoughts when I sleep at night
I gotta
maintain, blot the blood stains on my brain
From the
clappin, we can make it happen
Remember you
aint a killer, you only rappin
I hate it,
rappers overexaggeratin
And never
shot a gun in they life, they only masterbatin
So come clean
and keep it real if you like my sound
And wave your
hands in the air and put the nines down
[Chorus: 2X]
Brothas
fought daily in the streets, we reek havoc
On every
block someones flippin like an acrobat
Im kinda
young but I still gotta hold my own
And Ima
maintain whats mine till the day Im grown
I keep my
crew up, people say I got a gang
But I dont
smoke I dont shoot and my crew dont slang
We just hang
tryin to get up in this rap game
So I can gain
so fame and build my crews name
Rollin with
juvenile thugs wit bad grades and bad ways
Who woulda
thought that I had some AIDS
Dream totes
and aspirations
Brothas are
tired of being broke so maybe thats why they free-basing
Wastin time
doing nothing
Livin like an
outcast gotta get up get out and get something
[Chorus: 2X]
Look into my
eyes see if you can see what I can see
In my reality
the whole world is after me
Schemin on
the key but yo I got this locked down
Me and lost
and found comin out the underground
Takin no
prisoners my listeners we keep it real
My thoughts
are militant, when Im in the killin field
Click click,
my minds automatic, so wheres the static
I got some
joints up in my attic if you wanna grab it
I form a
cipher where my peace brothers dont sleep
You try to
creep I guarantee thats when you feel the heat
I come
correct in this rap game
Rappers act
insane
Meanwhile Im
blowin the mic an back in the frame
They cant see
me, they cant feel the real G
I represent,
commercial rap will never kill me