Talking (deep voice]

Welcome to the concentration camp

Maxminelli (voices in the background) J von

C loc Young Bleed Leetyme

[Maxminelli]

Na na i can lay low for a G lay low for a meal

My mind is at my control if I say so then he will

I got some thangs in mind the situation at hand

I'm a sick man down with the program

I'm anybody understand my plan then they can feel what i felt

We mad at the world, fuck being anythang else

We bringing paper to the table, we taking joyful in stride

It ain't as easy to survive as it is to die right

Ebony queen on my side when I'm shining

Niggas looking at me like I don't belong where I'm residing

He who beholds the tightest game shall prevail

Through hard times and saphire dreams aiming to fail

Stale as dirty down to your last pants and shirt

How the fuck life feeling neglected and hurt

Though we know not what we do, we still do what it takes

Until the truth is revealed, these fake niggas seem real

Still sealing they faith, and making injured reserved

Something that they expereinced, no longer something they heard of

But you'll hear about it quick

Cause everybody talk shit

Loud fo' publication

Maintaining reputation

(Chorus 1)

Outside my life in rhyme, outside the world

No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure

-echo-)

Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left

Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself

(Chorus 2)

On the outside my life in rhyme, outside the world

No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure

-echo-)

Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left

Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself (Uh Huh)

[Young Bleed]

I suggest you focus on tomorrow, with a third eye view

See the game for what it is, then its all on you

I stand true for what I do for life and love and legacy

Tryin the life I live, never like my destiny

I'm tryin to be forever free

Some niggas will never be

Steadily stackin up confedi, playin with weapons

Runnin through the ghetto ask no questios tell no lies, ain't no

alabis huggin

highs

And the devil in disguise

We visualize the same dream with cream

Through the sick team

Shinin like diamonds comin down in southern clean (hittin side ways)

Slowly watchin the world go 'round

Ain't a thang popa on the low down

Prepared for the showdown

The future holds nothing else left but confrontation

And conversation runnin nation

Over music and melodies mashin out in the glass hoe

Bailin with felons, ready to blast though

Nigga, ha ha see it through my eyes, try to feel my fury and flame

Just for playin ghetto games

And life goes on and on

Flipin till the break of dawn

Hustlin, tryin to get it before its gone

(Chrous 1)

[C-loc]

Wait a minute, all my in-laws gated

The way I hold my composure in suicidal situations is scary

Legendary, like the lone ranger, with a fist full of dollars

Malitious intent

You heaven sent

So follow me to a world where thugs no longer die young

But yet make millions sellin street game to avoid number one

This shit ain't funny no more, bitches done gave the game up

It ain't quick money no more, the feds done fucked my name up

Throwin up, frome the hennesy and fat sacks of weed

Tryin to regain my sanity, fuckin with bleed

Greed, invy, and lust are common ghetto problems but

In gats i trust so playa I'm to solve quick

(Chorus 1)

(Chorus 2