I'mma make in in life As the weed burns kid I'mma make in in life [Interlude:] Why are we doing this? Because the families have no love [Agallah] At the city
dog I'll have to bite you back I saw DMX break him apart, take him apart He played with the art, I saw X drive a stake through his heart Another mission
get shot with defeat They say no drive-by's on the street So mutha-fuckas run rival sweeps Sick platoons flood the streets of Los Like a sick typhoon Mutha-fuckas drive
progress, it leads to stress Mess when we step you'll get'cha neck snapped when I'm thru The axe on the necks, left for trach We heard your footsteps in the city
consequences Suffer the consequence [Esham] I'm always a witness to some type of crime The City I live in'll make ya lose ya mind If you see a drive-
: Loud, subaltern city streets, bellies wild with discontent; tall, glass buildings, where we meet watching classes in descent. Whoever made these
so rough, I gotta see defeat and times are tough And I don't want him to see his daddy gettin' takin' away in hand coughs It's all this stuff, these city
takin' over 99 it's official We hit you were it hurt, until your mind don't work Run 'em over on my turf Drives a Nigga berserk So their ain't no way