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 move away now

cause these suckers wanna spray where I lay down

my homie lost his family and snapped

shot up half th