Rap guys get baptized with hot lead paint the block red
From shot legs more blood than beer in the keg
A hot head the teacher's said I'd end up dead
Never cared about street cred
Crew deep every member on the bulletin board studied by Feds
No tears shed or liquor poured
For caulties endured
Bringing heltah skeltah with Magnum force
Drinking Scotch before the shots scorch
Mama praying to the Lord on the floor by her bed
While I'm on the Ave scary hours hustling with dread
Blasting black moon watching fiends smoked out under the full moon
Driving cross town to slide on enemy platoons
Drunk speeding stopped by cops calling us coons
Letting our ladies hold work
Making cash so the babies fed
Half the day my eyes red
Cause I'm a weed head
Who never listened to what Mom said
Never knew my pops but he was a big shot so I got love on many blocks
Bitches flocked once they saw the shiny watch and new kicks
They started to lose it offering me head in the whip
But I refused and focused on the money like I had nothing to lose
Until two hoods retaliated