[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 Put down your steel 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 won't work, were tight like the Q-Tip and the Phife 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 ain't 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 I'm 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 some 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 latch 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 em out the back of the frame They can't see me, they can't feel the real G I represent, commercial rap will never kill me [Chorus: 4X]
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