[Tek]

Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot

Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids glock

Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team

Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean

Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind

Pullin off things wit his partners in crime

Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty sniff riders

Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties

Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth

His right hands man, on his side, to the left

Never leave the drink without packin the burner

Got the streets smart, seen for killin be murdered

It's, no relaxin, just taxin

Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and

Supportin habits is gettin too hectic

Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit



(talking on phone)



[Steele]

Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes and ways

That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays

I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain

Or flip and di-shift to the fast lane?

We got a mind, but it takes dough to make bread

We workin wit cement try to make bricks

Time to make a call and get on the ball

(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)

Heads recognize me, so they might supply me

But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me

But I