Let me explain little homie
When the bullets drop you see
That every ni**a don't survive
You say you do it for the homies
Every ni**a for them self
In this world as we all know it
Survival of the fittest ni**a
Better work that pistol
While you hold it
Cause if you don't own it
Another will catch you sleeping
At your weakest moment
Push yo wig back
Shades down follow behind
The hitman with a bonus
With his condolences
Gave yo momma a kiss at the funeral
Feelings of hope to cope
Got them thinkin he's a miracle
Cause to make it in the end
Of the beginning which you start
Follow the instincts in your gut
Before it races to your heart
Love will pull you down
By the time you try to find God
The streets will suck you in
Pull away before you
Catch yourself a charge
So prep yourself man
It's just a suggestion
Blood smeared over the tears
Got folks defendin who
Drives over pedestrians
Missin pieces to the puzzle
Got them feeling so frustrated
Now heaven only lives
By those that get faded
You wanna sew her up
Then cut the box bare naked
Leave behind ashes
So in the morning she knows
That you've been cremated
No further connection
Even when she dials your tone
No signal of reception
Prove that you ain't collectin no bones
So farewell to those
That have a love jones
I put two on it
That nobody out there
Has a happy life of their own