[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Woke up this morning hearing shots below my project window
The TV's on from playing all night on Nintendo
Jump out of bed, tryna to see what's up with all the noise and
I see somebody else has caught a case of lead poisonin'
This type of shit around my way's a regular occurrence
Because the same shit just happened to my nigga Terrence
A week later now, somebody else is laying dying
Surrounded by a crowd of people and his momma crying
The way he's laying there, it looks to me like duke's a goner
I seen the cats who just did it run around the corner
I start to wonder who it is and why they had to wet him
I bet I knew him, or at least, I bet I probably met him
I can't pretend that I'm shocked like electrocution
'Cause any night, there could be an execution
My momma told me that that thug shit'll get you buried
The next day, there's your name in the obituary
I asked her, "Why we gotta live in this environment?"
She said, "Your grandfather drank up his retirement
Plus when I fucked around and had you, I was just a baby
Just maybe, if I wasn't being miss lady
Things could've been a little bit better"
Threw on my jeans and my double knit sweater
I hit the block tryna find out who got done in
Who had the gun and who that was I seen running
Woke up this morning hearing shots below my project window
The TV's on from playing all night on Nintendo
Jump out of bed, tryna to see what's up with all the noise and
I see somebody else has caught a case of lead poisonin'
This type of shit around my way's a regular occurrence
Because the same shit just happened to my nigga Terrence
A week later now, somebody else is laying dying
Surrounded by a crowd of people and his momma crying
The way he's laying there, it looks to me like duke's a goner
I seen the cats who just did it run around the corner
I start to wonder who it is and why they had to wet him
I bet I knew him, or at least, I bet I probably met him
I can't pretend that I'm shocked like electrocution
'Cause any night, there could be an execution
My momma told me that that thug shit'll get you buried
The next day, there's your name in the obituary
I asked her, "Why we gotta live in this environment?"
She said, "Your grandfather drank up his retirement
Plus when I fucked around and had you, I was just a baby
Just maybe, if I wasn't being miss lady
Things could've been a little bit better"
Threw on my jeans and my double knit sweater
I hit the block tryna find out who got done in
Who had the gun and who that was I seen running
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