Here's the situation for brothers in the ghetto Livin' in the projects it's hard to get ahead, so What you gotta do is be down with each other Other fools tryin' to trip, can't trip on each other Like a lobster in his bucket, you try to escape You steal, you kill, you rob, you take Clownin' on your brothers' back, one thing is a fact They're gonna be sure to push ya back in the pack You want to do a lick cause you short, you float If you had to blast will you pop or will you tote? 187 on the head, you killed a man You're all fired up, so you feel you in command Try to be the baddest in the crew Why trip on a brother that's down with you? And now I understand why you could do so 'Cause you probably wasn't down from the get-go Some people they got homeboys like I do Like Stevie, Jay, Rock and the rest of the crew Yo, we chill with each other and we kill with another And we never ever keep anything undercover 'Cause if we do, we have to keep it in a circle You're soft as a nerd, so don't be trippin' on the turf, yo This is what they say: Cause he was with us on that day First he was chillin' with his nine and A.K. The cold thing about it, we didn't see it comin' It's cold stunnin' First we were hangin', now it's cold gunnin' What happened to the do-or-die situation Was it a complication or the conversation? In the midst with a mixed personality Po-po brutality, flipside mentality To make you the weak link in your crew You're trippin' off yourself, you wanted all the juice You can't faze me, cause I live my lifestyle crazy Boys in the hood wonder why I got lazy 'Cause no respect and no money don't mix I like havin' kicks, so I hustle on the rich I bought a gat from a neighborhood street thug A .44 mag full of .44 slugs Now it's time for robbin' niggas' hoes Kickin' in do's, and leavin' prints on .44s Confused is the way I live It's my prerogative, cause I don't want to give To the people, cause I was treated like a sequel Never treated equal, now I live illegal Doin' the things that you shouldn't do But you didn't know what I had to go through Like trippin' on the homeboys in my crew I wanted all the juice Brothers in this world it's so hard to be good To live life like it's legal and work like you should First it seem right, until one night It don't seem right, you don't see the light Start feelin' like the whole world dissed you Pop a big gun, and doin' self-defense too See, that's the prob', you learn how to rob Take it back to back, as if it was a job Teach your boys the game, the game is what it's like But that'll move the crew, and somethin' ain't right Your boys ain't with you, your boys want to fight Bustin' all the bones, you try to get a stripe Front on everybody cause you're headstrong What you're doin' ain't right, it's dead wrong Flip-flip-flip it on the flipside You done flipped up, committed suicide Juice is a five-letter word of corruption From town to town it can start an explosion So what we gotta do is play like a lemon Squeeze out the juice and peace among men and women 'Cause envy and jealous' can ruin the land But brothers tryin' to play God, and they job Is keepin' the world in their hands But that's a mission that's impossible It'll only end up being a lotta people in the hospital Brothers killin' and killin' Hurtin' feelings, that's illin' To be on top they was willin' But they ain't nothin' but illin' Attitude that's rude, be cool instead Because the black guys are in jail, or either they're dead Your grave site is waitin' for you Because you don't think about the things that you do All the screws in your head must be loose Because you did ill to kill You wanted all the juice
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