[Intro: Laze E Laze]
Yo
Yo c'mon son
Yo they killin' em out there son
They dyin' out there son, word up
Yo they killin' us son, I'm tellin' you
Y'all niggas c'mon that's my word
Y'all better c'mon
Yo wake up son
They dyin' son
Yo, c'mon nigga, wake up
C'mon
[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
It took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go round
It's not a man holding ground with dope sound
We gots to ask
Why do you feel that a mill' can make you real
When you know that Broke Bill can still
See right through your plastic ass
Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy
Before Tef left, and Fame met his wizzie
The town: Brownsville
The place: The Hill
Follow the trail of fresh blood drips you'll end up on my bricks
The Marks: Home of the warrior throne
Home of true thugs that's dead and gone
In the hills most effective chrome
Return these pages
Showin' youngsters what I'm facin'
Cause we had trouble
We been strugglin' since single shot gauges
That's straight ghetto bad luck
But, I done passed up more shit
Than you may ever touch
What, we on sacred grounds
Without the guidance of our fathers
All we know is how to double clutch revolvers
Me and my own staff flaunt a different path
I'm tryin' to give Shania and your highness
The finest a kid could have
Honest to god, I'm layin' down my card
It's been hard, for too many years, nigga
Blood sweat and tears
Yo
Yo c'mon son
Yo they killin' em out there son
They dyin' out there son, word up
Yo they killin' us son, I'm tellin' you
Y'all niggas c'mon that's my word
Y'all better c'mon
Yo wake up son
They dyin' son
Yo, c'mon nigga, wake up
C'mon
[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
It took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go round
It's not a man holding ground with dope sound
We gots to ask
Why do you feel that a mill' can make you real
When you know that Broke Bill can still
See right through your plastic ass
Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy
Before Tef left, and Fame met his wizzie
The town: Brownsville
The place: The Hill
Follow the trail of fresh blood drips you'll end up on my bricks
The Marks: Home of the warrior throne
Home of true thugs that's dead and gone
In the hills most effective chrome
Return these pages
Showin' youngsters what I'm facin'
Cause we had trouble
We been strugglin' since single shot gauges
That's straight ghetto bad luck
But, I done passed up more shit
Than you may ever touch
What, we on sacred grounds
Without the guidance of our fathers
All we know is how to double clutch revolvers
Me and my own staff flaunt a different path
I'm tryin' to give Shania and your highness
The finest a kid could have
Honest to god, I'm layin' down my card
It's been hard, for too many years, nigga
Blood sweat and tears
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