[Intro: Point Blank, K-Rino, Sample]
Have you been to the ghetto lately?
Hell yeah, I've been in this mothafucka since day one
And I ain't tryin' to get out I just want to straighten it out
Yo Blank man
You know I understand where you coming from, man
You ain't gotta explain all that to me, dog
All I can tell you to do is watch out for them laws
And keep your nuts up
'Cause K-Rino know you ain't no punk, man
See, a lot of people out there gon' try to catch you slippin'
So you gotta watch your back, homeboy
You know I'm right behind you, so don't even look back
[Verse 1: Point Blank]
All I remember is I was playing with a matchbox
Took the matches out and filled it up with rocks
Went up on the cut I slung
A lot of niggas got hung, but I was one of the lucky ones
Anyway I kept doing it
Not knowing something'll come along and ruined it
Dope fiends set me up
I lost my money, my house, my car and my nuts
It was hard to forget
And when I finally realized it, I ain't had shit
I wanted to skip town and give them a chase
I said: "Fuck it!", got a lawyer and tried to beat the case
I walked up in the courtroom
And looked around at the place where I'd soon meet my doom
The judge asked what I plea
I waited a couple of minutes and said: "Damn, I'm guilty!"
I had to go to the penitentiary
Best he can give me was 6 and I knew I had to do 3
Long years behind bars
With the rest of American Most Wanted's stars
Then I asked myself: "Why me?"
I should've thought about this when I was making that money
Shit, now I'm in a jail cell all alone
Trying to get used to my new home
Thinking about things that I used to do
Planning when I get out what I'm not gon' do
Hell, 3 years ain't that long
It'll give me some time to write a whole lot of songs
Man, now I'm trying to cheer myself up
But deep inside my heart's just tore up
Steady tryna psych myself out
But after a couple of months I been and played this shit out
I used to be a crazy ass dope man
Rolling with Scarface, Terrorists and the Peter Man
I should've listened to the godfather
He said: "Blank, you better chill, or your ass gonna suffer!"
Now that's exactly what I'm doing
Damn, my life is ruined
Selling that shit
Have you been to the ghetto lately?
Hell yeah, I've been in this mothafucka since day one
And I ain't tryin' to get out I just want to straighten it out
Yo Blank man
You know I understand where you coming from, man
You ain't gotta explain all that to me, dog
All I can tell you to do is watch out for them laws
And keep your nuts up
'Cause K-Rino know you ain't no punk, man
See, a lot of people out there gon' try to catch you slippin'
So you gotta watch your back, homeboy
You know I'm right behind you, so don't even look back
[Verse 1: Point Blank]
All I remember is I was playing with a matchbox
Took the matches out and filled it up with rocks
Went up on the cut I slung
A lot of niggas got hung, but I was one of the lucky ones
Anyway I kept doing it
Not knowing something'll come along and ruined it
Dope fiends set me up
I lost my money, my house, my car and my nuts
It was hard to forget
And when I finally realized it, I ain't had shit
I wanted to skip town and give them a chase
I said: "Fuck it!", got a lawyer and tried to beat the case
I walked up in the courtroom
And looked around at the place where I'd soon meet my doom
The judge asked what I plea
I waited a couple of minutes and said: "Damn, I'm guilty!"
I had to go to the penitentiary
Best he can give me was 6 and I knew I had to do 3
Long years behind bars
With the rest of American Most Wanted's stars
Then I asked myself: "Why me?"
I should've thought about this when I was making that money
Shit, now I'm in a jail cell all alone
Trying to get used to my new home
Thinking about things that I used to do
Planning when I get out what I'm not gon' do
Hell, 3 years ain't that long
It'll give me some time to write a whole lot of songs
Man, now I'm trying to cheer myself up
But deep inside my heart's just tore up
Steady tryna psych myself out
But after a couple of months I been and played this shit out
I used to be a crazy ass dope man
Rolling with Scarface, Terrorists and the Peter Man
I should've listened to the godfather
He said: "Blank, you better chill, or your ass gonna suffer!"
Now that's exactly what I'm doing
Damn, my life is ruined
Selling that shit
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