[Intro: Trife Da Uh-huh, whoo, just smoothing it out, now My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, (see) Sip on little bit of odor, made brown Zone out, the lights off Ant boogie, up? Uh-huh
[Trife Da In the crib, my wiz, getting my grown man on Listening to soul, with the slow jams on Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding tears Popping beers, twenty five years in the town I seen die off, like dandelions in the fall Niggaz heard of Chip Banks and left him lying in the Your boy Sandy was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the ball It's no exceptions, even the biggest giants fall 'cause we living in denial, but these are vital When marinating in the slums, you gotta practice Now everybody wants to be next idol But these are more than just songs pressed up your Being rich is a poor dream, and we all wanna shine But we all green, knahImean? rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna shine But we all green...
Solomon Childs] I grew up hard, maybe you up harder But I ain't to many operas Or had for private doctors As harsh it sound, these a tears of a clown I grew up hard, you grew up harder The message is I'm too to hold down I know the ledge, and I ain't to drown As it sound, these just a tears of a clown
[Trife Da Momma ain't raised no fool, they say we save the children But first, we gotta our spoons I was not to waste my food Even if I didn't it, every scrap on my plate got chewed Either you ate, or you didn't eat, the memories are sweet Used to get by my friends, 'cause I had bigger feet I think about them and laugh, crack a smile 'cause as a child, I never knew being broke was bad up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a nigga From putting that coke in bags was the past, now, I'm riding with the oak in the dash Got jealous hating, big time, hoping I crash I can't blame 'em, and on the note, I can't change 'em Let a disrespect my shit, I'm gonna flame 'em That's word to my son little Jay, my little Ask how your boy get down, ain't nothing phony
[Trife Da Yeah, they say two are better than one, and in the process I learned that slow progress, is than none That's why I'm still here persuing my goals, baking bread In the bakery, if I ain't out, no shows I hit the block, once in a blue, and front the crew And show a good time, by getting drunk in the stud' niggaz find happiness, with a blunt and a brew They talented niggaz, but they just need to do It's kinda hard look beyond buildings and bricks We can't condone broken homes, when our is sick survive off the cereal and milk from the WIC And all the good ones we got, be killed in the mix He could of been the Jordan, who knows, the next Emmitt Tiger Woods, or the new Arthur Ashe of tennis That's why I'm looking past the gimmicks, getting cash Dennis Criminal grind, we smash the business
Yeah, when you see that big pull up Don't be mad at us, man, be glad, we made it from the projects We done up, Stapleton Houses, man Straight up, Theodore, Toney Enterprise