Well where I stay its like basehead Heaven

Brothers clock dollars 24-7

Some get caught and some don't

Some'll make big money, some won't

Some bite the bullet the hard way

Brothers play the game of death but don't know how to play

Money in ya pocket can't roll cause you're square

Livin day to day is a black man's dare

Money things and jealousy's a big parta life

You thought you was the man till they stabbed you with a knife

They took ya whole stack for a piece crack

Brothas don't know how to act, watch ya back



(CHORUS)

They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back

They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back

They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back

They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back



Grow up in the ghetto actin savage

When junkies smoked dope and murder was average

How could you cope in the city of dope

Young brotha hangin from a tree by a rope

Ya sellin pound to pound earnin nothin but a name

In the streets ya got fame, but the chilla all the same

Flashin cash and thinkin you're on top

But you fell to the bottom when the gun went pop

A brotha who's nothin will always have nothin thats a fact

People don't know how to act, watch ya back



(CHORUS)



Walkin down the street around 12 at night

Tryin to sell rocks but ain't a base head in sight

One pops up from outta nowhere

And then another and another and another

Shoulda watcha back like a soldier

I told ya

They're gonna getcha brotha



(CHORUS)