Every time the ball drop on New Year's Eve, We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese...
For all of those who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone.
I'm only 19 but my mind is older... When things get for real, my warm heart turns cold.
These ante meridiem cats, insomniacs... Four in the mornin' we throwin back some Cognac juice.
Your simple words just don't move me... You're minor, we major. You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player.
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation,
Gettin closer to God in a tight situation.
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots will make you levitate
On a park bench on 12th street, my whole crew's famous, you try bust your gat and keep it rel but you nameless
Havin' cash is highly addictive, especially when you're used to havin' money to live with.
I got lots of love for my crew, that is;
No love for them other crews and rival kids.
All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is,
And if they don't? They need to buy a watch, word up.
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money,
I might crack a smile, but ain't a damn thing funny.
Take these words home and think it through;
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you.
The sunset looks beautiful over the projects...
What a shame, it ain't the same where we stand at.
If you look close, you can see the bricks chipped off.
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off.
There's a war going on outside no man is safe from.
You can run but you can't hide forever.