What yall know about them wild niggas

Devil child niggas

Have-to-kick-the-bucket-say-fuck-it-and-smile-niggas

The type to catch the Bhudda bus, slide up to the fuzz

Sayin "officer, run your shotty before I catch this body"

I knew this nigga Smokey, sorta like his pistol

Barrel run your apparel and shit like that was wanted

But later that would die down,

Sorta like many abandoned that he ran with

His block felt sorta haunted

His only solitude was wifey, word to life, G it seemed

They was together forever and now the womb had been seeded

He needed a job and the mama wouldn't do it

He wasn't tryin to go out like the corner strapped

Her mother was a nurse, her purse was chubby

From the hospital she found Smokey some work and shit was lovely

With some cream in here, feed a patient there, he had loot

And not a nigga on the street would have to get that pocked tapped

He's workin in maternity and learnin

Seein much about the infant children

To be skilled in fatherhood

Stealin baby's stuff home for self

And he didn't have to pull the Mac-20 off the shelf and get...



Chorus:

Loose if a brotha can't take no more

Loose if a brotha can't swing

Loose if a brotha can't break once more

Loose if a brotha.....(loose if a, loose if a...)



In Maternity, Smokey saw stuff, raw stuff,

Make-you-drop-your-draws-stuff, hospitals get sorta wild

He saw some babies shaken, awakin' if they were fortunate

His soul was scorchin, it would have thinkin of his child

Later there would be no "honey, I'm home,"

Strictly "Woman if you're (?????) I'll leave you wet up"

On the block, a flock of zombies entranced

By the peddlers of temporary ghetto heaven had him fed up

His job was gettin hard to f