Yo man,
let me get one of them big motherfuckers and * in there.
Alright man,
here you go man,
give me the money man,
give me the money.
Hey * this,
you don't get no damn choice,
get to rockin',
get the * on!
Sittin' down in a crack house, earnin' my pay.
There's some bangs that jump crazy out to blow him away,
cause I'm fully wrapped, I ain't takin' *.
I got a mini 14 with a shoulder strap,
bass that's a knock on the door,
they just knocked it,
knock.
My crack quickly disappeared, one rock, my rock.
I had a couple more to go,
but oh no,
here comes the big four,
bustin' down the door.
So,
I kick out a window,
jump the roof,
neck door.
Took the money, left a crack, but I'll get more.
Jump down off the roof,
cops start poppin',
all yellin' free,
who they thought was stoppin'?
Cops on my tail, tryna put me in jail.
I slipped and I fell, got up and ran like hell.
I was runnin' and runnin',
runnin' fast as I can.
If you'da seen me,
you'da said that's a bionic man.
Yeah, I was gone, this brother had got away.
Cause up the block with my homeboys, hideaway.
Bang on the door, he let me into his crib.
Then I told him about the police and what they did.
He had the keys to his ride,
now it's back on the move.
Jumped into his vet to kick the groove.
You see,
crime is life,
and life is crime,
but what will life be without a real life rhyme?
Not real life.
Cruisin' round town and the bass is up,
runnin' big time,
so I don't give a *.
Think the police put the pedal to the metal.
The pick was on my tail because the speakers rock the kettle.
I knew they wasn't pushin' cause the draft was movin' fast.
They not gon' give me left, they popped my ass.
Burned big time, brother, on seven miles.
I was drivin' like a drunk, cold, active wild.
Slammed on the brakes, pressed on the gas.
Dipped the run, pulled the co-op there.
Bust a move to my crib to change my clothes.
And since I got away from the cops,
I'm screamin',
* them hoes.
Then I stepped outside, jumped into my ride.
Seen a couple of basses hangin' out at the park.
Pulled over and parked, showed a sample rock.
Had all the bass heads on my jock.
My crack fiend got ill and tried to snatch my cane.
Whipped out my mag, blew out his brain.
See, crime is life, and life is crime.
But what would life be without a real-life rhyme?
Not in real life.
All the bass heads on the corner ran.
Then the lady shouted out,
I got killed, Amanda, get off of my ass.
Oh *, got killed.
I got a witness.
Toot to my head and said,
bitch,
mind your business.
Jumped into my car, left the scene in a crown.
These murders uncalled for, doin' no time.
I'm a gangster on the run, my solution's a gun.
I don't beat up your mama just for fun.
One day,
I was chillin' on the east side of town.
Not a bass head in sight and none to be found.
So my feelers kept steppin' to the sidewalk beat.
And my jammies kinda warm, cuz I'm packin' heat.
You might think I'm a statistical worthless repeat,
but if I don't sell drugs,
then I won't eat.
Some think that I'm dumb.
I don't care what you think,
but I'ma keep gettin' paid till I'm locked in the clink.
All Uzi beat poppin' at my body like thunder.
And I'm dancin' like a doorknob six feet under.
That's the consequences, got rich men expensive.
I'll blow up your mama with military defense.
Unemployed with the beers,
make a cool boy hate it.
Bullet holes on the side, so you know it.
Drug-related 10 Gs in my pocket,
just for style and profile.
And born in New York,
a close-picked Long Island.
Raised in the Montown, my brother throw down.
Beefin' with the chiefs in Bethlehem,
you will go down.
Don't start none, boy, it won't be none.
Brother want some, then you gotta get some.
Crime is life, and life is crime.
But what will life be without a real-life rhyme?
Not real life.
Kicked in the face with the dope man reality.
The brother's hard with a criminal personality.
No one scares me, no one dares me.
Shoot a brother in the back for crack,
cuz no one can't sneak.
I'm not 18, so I can be wild.
Cuz in the court's eyes, I'm still a juvenile.
Real-life product, it's a rock, it's a rock.
Catch a neighborhood smokin' for a boxin' block.
If you're a fool,
be smokin',
puffin' dick,
be chokin'.
Two weeks later, your arm be broken.
Wake up to reality.
I don't have a negative personality.
But everyone have to do what they have to do to get by.
Even if it's them crack guys.