This ain't no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash

But the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast

Nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum

Nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum

Nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos

Everyone tries be packin' to suspense to

Like robert ludlum

And every cupid proclaims that he shoots it

And front with a stunt to move - troop it

All portray, quick to say

That they're hard all the way

But he play seems to fade

When they have price to pay

Well I know so brother who buck you down for nothin'

Listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a little something



Some chitchat, some pull a gat for that

Some chitchat, some pull a gat for that



One day I had to witness this sort of heavy riff

It seemed like a trip

How they moved that quick

This pitiful vic never knew what hittem

Glock on the temple

Make the dome just drip some blood

Sure he was a young blood, physical prime and fit

And the whole neighbourhood shook heads negative

But he had it comin', ending stiff

Later on I figured out motormouth

Talkin' loud, now stonecold on the ground

Turnin' blue, these bodies do

But not because of shame

Talkin' untamed 'bout some name

Make your family mourn your name

So some don't start lookin'

When some words are spoken



Once again, I ain't the one who pulls all the stunts

Low pro, this I know

Calmer than one on the blunt

Never do what I'm told

And my head I hold

Then again I'm prepared for the man who acts bold

And my folks they know I love the glock

But I ain't packin' for luck

'Cos then I'm stuck

The way you live is the way you die

Some food for thought, for ego bigheads who fly too high

And the brothers at the gym

Well they know gat on the lap, selfesteem grows

But I keep it as a secret, don't really live by the trigger

Just figure when you chat about that

Life ends much quicker