It's like man, we're in the last days
It's like the devil got people thinkin'
That jail and the streets is cool, right
I know son, I know, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, I'm settin' my brothers up, that's right
We dyin' man, for real, for nothin tho'
I'ma tell y'all man, I grew up with mad cats in the streets
And it's like most of the friends I had, they be dead or locked up
So I had to write this song right here to let y'all know man
So y'all dont make the same mistakes we did
He was only 15, but his mind was older
He was quiet as a child, now got the heart of a soldier
And the things that he saw only made him colder
Takin' trips out of town, headin' back from the Nolia
With 37 bricks in the back of his Nova
But when he at the crib, he like to push the Range Rover
He had a favorite song, Lil Flip, Game Over
His only one concern was to get to the top
And that he gettin' money and respect on the block
But every time he on the streets, he got the tech or the Glock
Can't even chill, cause he gotta stay protectin' his spot
Besides, the other week, one of his boys got shot
But, that ain't gon' stop him from reppin' his block
He was rollin' with his boys in the back of the drop
They rolled up on this cat and start bustin' off shots
They left two layin' dead and the other one shot
Around here, young brothers gettin' paid on the block
Don't slip, keep your eyes open, watch for the cops
Around here, every night, brothers bustin' they Glocks
It's been goin' on for years, man, when will it stop
Around here, everybody tryin' to get to the top
It's every man for himself, you either give or get got
Every brother that I know is either dead or he locked
From around here, niggas
He gettin' deeper, puffin' an L, clutchin' his heater
And now he really getting dough
His clientele off the meter
And he known in the hood
For rockin' them wife beaters
Tats on his arm, makin' sure that you see him
He be rollin' through the hood, pushin' a black BM
Takin' trips outta town, gettin' the weight cheaper
Started talkin' to the shorty from the hood named Sharika
She had two other sisters, Val and Tameka
Tameka had a man who was movin' the weight
And Val was hittin' niggas for they Jewels and they Safe
So I guess it's safe to say that they was wildin and wildin
But they ain't really care' long as the money was pilin
They had a little brother who was locked on the island
And he'll be home in 2006
He was the type of brother that'll kill you for kicks
He stabbed a nigga in his eye over a half a brick
Around here, young brothers gettin' paid on the block
Don't slip, keep your eyes open, watch for the cops
Around here, every night, brothers bustin' they Glocks
It's been goin' on for years, man, when will it stop
Around here, everybody tryin' to get to the top
It's every man for himself, you either give or get got
Every brother that I know is either dead or he locked
From around here, niggas
Now they all gettin' money
And they down with his team
But we know everything, ain't the way that it seems
Especially on the blocks when you dealin' with fiends
And this nigga never thought they'd be the type to scheme
He was blinded by the hood and his love for the cream
He fell in love with a shorty who said, I never play you
Nothing in this world could prepare him for this betrayal
Cause Sharika used to talk to that nigga he shot
They went to night school together, but I guess he forgot
He saw these brothers he was beefin' with roll through the spot
He hit his niggas on the cell like it might be on
He tried to go and get his burner, but the burner was gone
They ran up on him, like son what's with the deal
Remember five years ago, a shawty got killed
Well, that was my brother Tameka's my baby mother
And Sharika used to talk to my cousin lil' brother
The same lil' nigga that you shot in the back
He's still alive, but won't be back till 2006
So I'ma do you a favor, take your money and bricks
Cause dawg, where you goin', you won't need that there
Sharika walked up and then she kissed the back of his ear
And said, I'm sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
We was cool for a minute, but tonight we part
Around here, young brothers gettin' paid on the block
Don't slip, keep your eyes open, watch for the cops
Around here, every night, brothers bustin' they Glocks
It's been goin' on for years, man, when will it stop
Around here, everybody tryin' to get to the top
It's every man for himself, you either give or get got
Every brother that I know is either dead or he locked
From around here, niggas
