How you livin', a brother kill another for a colorNow a family's forced to sit and suffer Gang violence strikes again, a sound of atrigger News at 11, I was one less nigga, they figureSelf-destruction, bro, you go alone How can you kill a person you don't reallyeven know?In jail you played it hard until one slapped youSilly turned you over like a girl, you rolled you like a sissyClapped behind bars in the middle of nowhere Doin' 10 or 20, brain another brother's hairOn the street you were slow, it wasn't a joke Nobody could cope, you was a king of the doorShoot a brother in a minute, oh man, that was your dutyBut now you in jail, just givin' up the booty Spread a momma, show you what it's like ina jail I kick reality, this ain't a quickie fairytaleYou said you had a heart, homeboy, how do you figure?Can you prove it without keepin' your finger on the trigger?Use a punk, a piano, bust a bow on the run Never usin' your fist, always grabbin' a gunTrigger happy with the gat, brain stiffer than a mannequinShot an old lady, but you claim it was an accident?Drop the sword off, you must be illin' I got a question, homes, how you livin'?The beat is dope, so I come all smooth, no need to yell itNow what I've seen on the streets, I gotta tell itSmoke was on the corner at the rock house shack Tryin' to scuffle up some money for a 10-piececracker Now this is critical, pitiful, life was comin'more difficult Children on the corner holdin' automatic pistolsAnd trained at the young age to kill another But the bad thing about it is we killin' each otherBrothers killin' brothers over man-made material It's like an epidemic, better yet venerealOnly if you knew that we was dominant original We'd be prepared mentally as well as physicalSome say to make it, though it's gonna take a miracleBut they can't hold your back, brother, when you're spiritualDrop the 40 ounce, you must be illin' Yo, Aladdin, break it down while I ask themhow they livin'Boobie was a crackhead smokin' that dust Like, dude, he was a sucker I never could trustUsed to let him in my house, he didn't need no permissionUntil my goddamn VCR came a-missin' Sprung on a pipe like a fish on a hookYo, Boobie got labeled as a neighborhood crook Seen him with a color TV in his handWalkin' down the street, spark, lookin' for the dope manSkinny as hell from just hittin' the pipe Lost his job, his two kids, the beautiful wifeHe'd sell his mother if you gave him a chance Long as Boobie got a piece of crack in his handAyo, you know what's sad? I should've said it's a shameThe way C-R-A-C-K destroys the brain Think, somebody wanna see these thingsAnother dumb brother just smokin' cocaine Suckin' up crack until your lips turn purpleFrom rehab to rehab, you're runnin' in a circle It's mandatory, I touched his categoryThat's why I made it simple, self-explanatory It shouldn't take long for me to state what'son my mind Why should I sit and write a 10-minute long rhyme?Ayo, drop the 40-ounce, you must be illin' So I can close this rhyme with how you livin'So I can close this rhyme with how you livin'