Verse One:



what up kid? i know shit is rough doing your bid

when the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib

fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done

plus congratulations you know you got a son

i heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?

told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper

flip it, talk about he acts too rough

he didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff

i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too

fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you

but yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?

jeromes niece, on her way home from joes beaches club

plus little rob is selling drugs all the time

hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's

at night time there's more trife than ever

Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?

if so then hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest

say whassup to herb, ice and bullet

I left a half a hundred in your commisary

You was my nigga when push came to shove

One what? one love



Verse Two:



dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong

out in new york the same shit is going on

the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking

hold, check out the story yesterday when i was walking

the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something

word to mother, i heard him fronting

and he be pumping on your block

your man gave him your glock

and now they run together, what up son, whatever

since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease

when i heard you blew a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece

whylin' on the island but now with [???]

better chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire

last time you wrote you sai