{*whispered*}

Take a look around.. take a look around..

Take a look around.. take a look around..



[E-Vocalist]

Yo, I had dreams but financially didn't have the means

Wore dirty jeans and bought hot sneaks from dopefiends

I know it's hard but three bucks (?) is real

Out here gats kill sellin crack stackin money to chill

And 57th in the summer's like a hand grenade

Taps on that ass because my block stay paid

I'm not afraid, after money's made I parlay

Uptown burk after work at the arcade

Addicted, to cash like kids to cotton candy

And had many ways to slide papes to my (?)

Even in high school my teachers knew the half

Cause if I wasn't in class, I'm the restroom playin craps

Keepin my game on tight like menstraul cramps

Sellin twenty rocks for sixty knocks of food stamps

But now I'm on the up, no time to live foul

Concentrate on stayin straight, cause now I got a child

All the while, King Tech, put it in effect

Engineered it all the ears and produced by Fredwreck

for a sec, use your mind to process the data

My sound hits hard like a real Oakland Raider

Never been a playa hater or a Phi Kappa Beta

But if you, front on me now E-Vo' attack that ass later

Until my dyin day I make papes and parlay

I've traveled around the world but make my home in the Bay..



{*whispered*}

Take a look around.. take a look around..

Take a look around.. take a look around..



[Chorus: repeat 2X]

I know you know where I'm comin from brother

You got to learn about yourself before you love another







Don't be afraid of what hides in the shadows

{"Leave your 9's at home and bring your skills to the battle" -> Jeru}



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