Song by (feat. Beanie Sigel, Sparks, and Oschino)<br /><br>
Nothin for nothin leaves nothin.. betta do somethin<br>
Motherfucker punch ya in the mouth..<br>
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[Sigel] Hitman, Oschino and Sparks, Criminal Records; talk to 'em yo<br>
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[Omilio Sparks]<br>
This is for my ghetto niggas, reputation is everything<br>
So guard it withcha life, it's just like credit<br>
The minute ya fuck up you ruined it, ya know?<br>
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Yo as young adolescents (a-ha)<br>
Mommy said we was so precious, I mean - who knew?<br>
Round to O.D. to heron and I'd catch cases<br>
Let my life slip, inside the hands of these judges<br>
Where did we go wrong - huh?<br>
Was it these missing father figures?<br>
Or watching mom struggle and feed us<br>
Come on I need answers, is God gonna judge us<br>
for turnin burners on niggas who tried to merk us<br>
On the day of judgement - who knows?<br>
Until then we'll never know so for now, I'ma do Omilio<br>
Drunk than a motherfucker, disrespectin bitches<br>
Attitude still the same - fuck these niggas<br>
until it's my time to go, you know?<br>
I ain't doin no changes, shit, plus I'm happy to be here<br>
With my new family.. Black Friday<br>
And the Roc-A-Fella niggas, I'm focused, bring the chorus in<br>
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[Chorus: Beanie Sigel]<br>
My life (shit) just make me wanna holla sometime, and throw in my hand<br>
But I won't fold, you know how I roll<br>
I live that life of a trouble man and play by the code<br>
Where I'm from (shit) just make me wanna holla sometime, and go get my gun<br>
Go all out but I think of my sons<br>
Then I look where I was at - how far did I come<br>
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[Oschino Vasquez]<br>
You see ladies prostitutin, wearin tight leopard<br>
My sneaks was dogs like pitbulls and German shepherds<br>
Fuck where it came from I needed money fast<br>
White boys bangin Led Zeppelin wantin twenty bags<br>
So I got my first pack on 51st and Market<br>
I ain't want clothes I just wanted some Boston Market<br>
No mom to call, no dad to beep<br>
Stuck on the streets stomach growlin like a dog showin his teeth<br>
Life ain't sweet (naw) life ain't a game<br>
I know life is more real then Slick Rick chain<br>
Everybody get a hand so play the hand you dealt<br>
And there's nobody to blame fuck it blame yourself<br>
You can go all out, and try to rebel<br>
Like a nucleus they'll have you right in a cell<br>
You just better pray a lot and hope that you prevail<br>
I know livin in the hood is hell, c'mon<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Omilio Sparks]<br>
Yo right now I'd like to take the time to thank my family members<br>
and phony homies for turnin they backs on me<br>
Made me stronger helped me deal with snakes inside God's garden<br>
But I was roamin like a ruger<br>
and I swear these streets'll turn us boys to men<br>
Numb the pain with juice and gin<br>
Tryin to stack them Horace Grants to a million<br>
Plantin seeds is how I blessed the bitches<br>
Excuse my arrogance but baby clone me<br>
This petty world that kill me slowly took away my grandma mommy hold me<br>
Life's obstacles is gettin stressful, that's why I don't come around<br>
Written between the paper's line examples of my lifestyle<br>
So read inside the guidelines, ain't no sunshine<br>
until you break the chains and fly freely, cause I know for a fact<br>
Somewhere out in the world somebody need me to make 'em smile<br>
and appreciate 'em believe me, but maintain in the meanwhile baby<br>
Omilio'll be there for ya, y'knahmean?<br>
Shit, I'm a trouble man<br>
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[Chorus] - repeat 2X<br>
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