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* - a different version is on The Vol. 1

This goes out to all my cats in the
Just it, still livin it
Thru the rough and the bad times,
the crimes, where was
Must be here, though, for real
I seen the place
some place you got when you die

An ordinary cat outer projects, since I was younger though
Mom raised her children, pops a long time ago
In my mind I see flashbacks, I had no fancy
Skinny, ugly, knotty head nigga crying a snotty nose
Even though my father neglect, he pay the support
Hadn't him all these years, I hug his ass in court
Always saying I'm comin to get you and I be too
and birthday presents was never comin through
Remember at the age 13 I started weed
out with cats that was older, start to run the street
Dropped out of high school selling drugs, impressin
Spent most my on gear, my man was buyin whips
New York, Jamaican, Miami niggaz, Virginia quick
Cause signin only if buying, prices was high as shit
Remember when I first got hit, I seen the spit
50 cash bent in one bleeding where pellet hit
My man Shawn, he held on
burn through his lower back side, crack his spine exit his arm
Lost him twice on the hospital table and when he I cried my eyes out
I couldn't take it (damn damn), but the same things to happen
Niggaz got bust, I'm a kid with a man's mind turning corrupt
Playing innocent in of my elders
I was running them cats that be robbing too, I couldn't tell 'em
If my name was up in any type trouble, my would tell me
Just you brothers into some shit go get a job or something
Just a little bum on the street, not working hard for
I made when I was pumpin, I'm here to offer somethin
Making sure the crib stay tight, for real I wasn't no
Tell me you getting this money, I wash a car be lying
Saying anything 'sides drugs selling, my sister me on the block
Transact' with fiends, be saying I'ma it
Growing up was hell no doubt, I wonder where was

(women in the background)

Shit, it's yesterday, you know?
It all comes back though, but
But still livin on the block, but still up
You know? Crime affiliated, Crime
Whatever you call it
You know what I'm Affiliated with the bad shit
All the just 'cause I'm a victim of the projects

Now I'm a grown man, still It's like dealt me the wrong hand
Cat's that was my man be frontin' or either found
Sound incarcerated just turned a new Dad
Remembering them long ten months from slingin crack
Mom put me out with the quickness, carry your ass
I'm still coming to the crib, oh so you back? yeah
Ma' I just to holler to see how you doing
Nothing's changed all these years
Still hustle for some gear, smoke weed, still beers
I tell you from my heart, yo, I'm like yeah

(women start again)

I wonder if heaven was a place in this
You'd find me there.

was heaven.