Yo yo gu-rizzi, yo

Yo whassup son?

Yo man, youknowhatimean? I need this money man

Get up out in these, in these streets man

Yo, so what's the deal god?

I'm sayin, what you need though?

Yo let me have like, two or three, three g's man

I'm sayin, I'm sayin son man

You know what happened last time though

I gotta do what I gotta do man, I gotta eat man

Whassup man? oh your baby momma stressin you? ... Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crew

Only a few percent knew what me and you went through

We've been sent to dominate, these corny come-lates

And set this crooked rap *** straight from crenshaw to castlegate

Like pete and cl, I reminisce over days

From the streets of boston to new york and all the ways

For certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid

But my praise goes to the most high

Cause some nights I got so wild yo, I almost died

Some stuff I got into, really scarred my mental

Pops wasn't tryin to hear it, cause of what he been through

Still, like my nigga havoc said, sometimes you gotta

Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread

Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin cheddar

And things in this world are more f**ked up than ever

So let's make this bond to keep this hip-hop strong

You a man baby pop you know right from wrong

So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too

That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you... You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked

Doin your thing, sewin *** up on the block You need to stop, fore you get caught again

Or you get shot and I lose another friend "any man with the plan is precise with his life" "think twice" My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze

For a nigga like me, most time that ***'s bad news

It's like lightin a fuse whether it's sneakers or shoes

Cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud

It's like set-tin it off but not the movie

Plus let's get some real women forget floozies and the groupies

Cause they spell mad problems from watts to harlem

And the bull*** won't stop long as the world's revolvin

And I recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout

But they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out

And they was seein if I wanted to come bubble with them

And make my ends triple and double with them

And get in trouble with them, now memories of them

I wear em in my heart like a emblem

I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin dope coke or dust

It's killin us, let's take our people and make a exodus

Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs

Or extermination, by the use of dirty guns

Triple beam dreams and drug schemes of mad cream

Could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme "any man with the plan is precise with his life" "think twice" "my advice is to you..."