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
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