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Verse One:

its not funney

what up kid? i know shit is rough doing your bid

when the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib

but fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done

plus congratulations you know you got a son

i heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?

told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper

flippin, talk about he acts too rough

he didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff

i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too

fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you

but yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?

jeromes niece, on her way home from jones beach, its bugged

plus little rob is selling drugs on the dime

hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's

and night time is more trife than ever

Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?

if so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest

say whassup to herb, ice and bullet

I left a half a hundred in your commisary

You was my nigga when push came to shove

One what? one love



Verse Two:



dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong

out in new york the same shit is going on

the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking

hold, check out the story yesterday when i was walking

the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin something

word to mother, i heard him fronting

and he be pumping on your block

your man gave him your glock

and now they run together, what up son, whatever

since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease

i heard you blew a nigga with he ask for the phone piece,

whylin' on the island, but now in Elmira

better chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire

last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers

but maintain when you come home the corner's ours

on the reals, all these crab niggaz know the deal

when we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal

but chill, see you on the next v i

i gave your mom dukes loot for kicks

plus sent ya flicks

your brother's buck whylin' and four maine he wrote me

he might beat his case, 'til he come home i play it low key

so stay civilised, time flies

though incarcerated your mind [dies]

i hate it when your moms cries

it kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a

i've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs

for one love



Verse Three:



sometimes i sit back with a budda sack

mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts

written in school text books, bibles, etcetera

fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-a

so i be ghost from my projects

i take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' L's while i'm sleep'

on a two day stay, you may say i need the time alone

to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home

you see the streets have me stressed something terrible

fucking with the corners have a nigga up in belle vue

or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10

a future in a maximum state pen is grim

so i comes back home, nobody's OUT BUT shorty doowop

rollIN two phillies together in the BRIDGE we call them oowops

he said nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof

so i wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce

he inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep

started coughing ONE EYE peeked to watch me speak

i sat back like the mack, my army suit was black

we was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks

i took the L when he passed it, this little bastard

keeps me blasted he starts talking mad shit

i had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him

'cos when the pistol blows [] the one that's murdered be the cool one

tough luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up

could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up

mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up

in a crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed

shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul

only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style

then i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes

then froze only the blow the herb smoke through my nose

and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose

LEFT some jewels in HIS skull that he can sell if he chose

words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above

keep an eye out for jake shorty wop

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