[DJ Spin One cuts up]

I know you hate to hear the drama x3

the drama's all we know

I know you hate to hear the drama

the drama's all we know

[Jise One]

Jise was a scapegoat with staggered tear hype

Snipe life work on the street poles

with jailstripes born spic with temples of
dynamite

Strolling turnpikes troopers will take your life

Jise died a week ago, stealing some rice

It's kinda trife without a wife and kids

He landed on skid road facing a bid

with blood on his bib, manslauthered his wiz

He should've did the pride away,

slid to hustle legit

He grabbed dreams with mits, losing a steady grip

Without the wits you're in shit

Within the pits of sleaze hell, spit fits

of hunger split his own wig

Lava leaking from top lid, shades of grey coat

his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the positives

moves lived

He broke grid, shifty biz the greenback sense

Making a mends, with pocket cents

He smoke sin, robbing ladies and gents

He rather kick it on corners with sauna

sources of hatred

Patriot of the jungles of N.Y.

he never made it

Faded by the crossfires of gimmick

He lost his image, LSD marking the scrimmage

He'll never finish, forget it down in the village

with saks of tray size

Selling to vintage niggas with cashroll

missing the whole prize

He sizing up the shorty with splash expertise

Within his eyes there's no ease, don't ask why

She's cuty tease, cheese hag sittin on genital

sore case, with all types of insecurities

Get your knees and get these the D's

and mom dukes discuss the where abouts of young
man

Who ran it contraband styles

with dreams of rocking summerjam (damn)

It's kinda sad that we blew out this concept
(damn)

It's kinda sad that we blew out this concept!

[Chorus 2x:]

Street life equals hard times plus

hard crimes divided by death

Prison multiplied by life wasted

Swallowed by the Earth before you could even
taste it

[DJ Spin One cuts]

I've seen the hood raised brothers

killed too many of us

killed too many of us