Growing up as an inner city brotha

where every other had a pops and a motha

I was tha product of a heated lover

Nobody knew how deep it screwed me

and since my pops never knew me

my family didn't know what ta do with me

was I somebody they despise

curious look in they eyes

as if they wonder if i'm dead or alive

poor momma can't control me

quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies

a ticken timebomb

can't nobody fade me

packin' a 380

and fiendin' for my mercedes

suckers scatter

but it don't matter i'm a cool shot

punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got

i'm tired of being a nice guy

i've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why

so they label me a lunatic

could care less

death or success

is what I quest

cause i'm fearless

now tha streetz R Deathrow





Chorus

(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')

tha streetz R Deathrow

(cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')

tha streetz R Deathrow





I just murdered a man, i'm even more stressed

wearin' a vest

hopein' that their aimin' at my chest

much too young to bite tha bullet

hand on tha trigga

I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it

I hope I live to be a man

must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state penn

counting pennys over tha years

I'd done stacked many

proven wrong those

who swore i'd wouldn't live till twenty

now they gotta cope

since it's tha only thing I know

it's difficult to let it go

i'm startin' to loose my hair cause I worry

hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried

but now I gotta