featuring Sho



Verse 1: [Willie D]



As I roll through the motherfucking inner city

27 years and the block still looks shitty

The mayor put his picture on my fence

Promised us a lot of shit and I ain't seen that bitch since

I'm bout to do a Frank Nitty

Cause the potholes fucking up the shocks on my new Chevy

Gotta Malcolm X 'em like Spike Lee

Cause they taking niggas in the hood lightly

Politicians just use black folks

They only come around when they want a motherfucking vote

And ain't no sense in you going to city hall catching fevers

You stand a better chance seeing Jesus

So I got me a plan

Steal me a Astrovan and take the law into my own hands

And I ain't going out talking to them hoes

(What's your objective?)

I'm putting blood on they clothes

Cause they don't respect niggas

Until we start shaking they ass and pulling triggers

And that's a Goddamn fact

Now what you so-called hard motherfuckers know about that?



Chorus: [Melanie McGee]

I wonder why life's a bitch, then you die

Same thing that makes you laugh makes you cry

Why judge that bro, cause you reep what you sowe

What goes around, come around, now you know



Verse 2: [Sho]

Little miss Jackie, she got turned out

Fucking with that glass dick

Little miss Jackie, she turning tricks

She putting her mouth on everybody dick

Hey yo Jackie, finest little thing in 12th grade

Jazzy haircut, Anita Baker fade

But I couldn't get the play or the time of day

Cause in life we was headed in opposite ways

While she was trying to reach the top

I was slanging rocks, drinking brew and dodging crooked cops

Used to give her my all

And every day in school a nigga got dissed in the halls

But it didn't take long for me to find

Every dog can't chew on every bone

Then some time went by

I heard through the grapevine, little Jackie was getting high

This I just couldn't believe

Not Jackie, miss most likely to succeed

One day rolling up the cut

I seen this fiend, pants all in her butt

I'm thinking to myself that's a shame

I stopped at the light she called out my real name

Stuck her head in my window said she needed help

I looked it was Jackie 'what you did to yourself?'

The devil ain't nothing but crack

That bitch small as a tic tac

What you know about that?



Chorus



Verse 3: [Willie D]

Now let's talk about Craig, a jockey and a dopehead

>From the time he could walk little Craig was misled

He had a freeloading stepdaddy, mama was a hoe

She sold her ass to take care of that Negro

He used to pimp her, and make her give him every cent

(And peep this, made her own kids pay rent)

Craig started jacking, bringing every dollar home

Got a gun and a screwdriver, fool got his hustle on

Crank your shit in a second

(And if you walk up on him, you better draw your weapon

Cause he'll put you to rest, and rest you quick

And wouldn't lose sleep) Not one single bit

Then he met this girl who became his wife

Bought a car and a crib, started a new life

'Til one day, riding with his family

He saw this nigga that he fucked back in the game, gee

He threw some dirt, the nigga threw it back

Dressed his family in black

Now what you know about that?



Chorus