[Joe Budden]

Uh-huh...

I just want everybody to kinda be clear..

Of what's takin place right now...

It's not an introduction, it's more like a beginning...

It's like the calm before the storm...

I guess you can sorta call it, the rebirth...

Or the birth period... it's the growth...

For all my real niggaz... real people in general...

It's never one-dimensional, it goes out to everybody...

If you can though... just kinda take some time out...

Relate to it



For all my mans that died, with grams at they side

Plans just to ride, gun jammed when he drive

Ballers who never made it out the hood

Cats who owed, but never made it out the hood

If they offered you pleas and you went to court with it

My dawgs doin time cause you got caught with it

Or if you need cheddar, blast heat whenever

And run from the cops cause you know the streets better

Dope niggaz who rich cause they know connects

Or dope niggaz who spit but got no connects

If you pitch to pay rent, but get no business

Life in the state pen but get no visits

Fend for yourself cause you ain't got no boys

Ride or die, cause really you ain't got no choice

If your alibi's straight when you're wanted on the stand

Soldiers that take they football numbers like a man

Hustle O-Z cause your product rich there

Hood know you snitch but you gotta live there

You held your man shot, you don't know where it hit him

And you tryin to buy guns, you don't know where to get 'em

If you strapped in the streets with your palms all black

Young G's that gotta see they moms on crack

Pop can't be found, hand me down

When you the oldest out of five, hold the family down

If you caught a body and your wiz hid you out

If you slept