[Intro: Deuce Deuce]
Iiiiiii'm (Ahh)
Iiiiiii'm (Ahh)
Bout to fall in love
Check it, yo, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Deuce Deuce]
It started when I first left the crib
Then back home I slid, with a stack in a sack
From my mama I hid, I couldn't deny the fact
I fell in love with that quick money
Came from drugs, all these thugs in the illest whips
Phil had the illest bitch, right then I seen, damn that could be me
Til he caught eighteen, damn that could've been me
But 'til then, we won't leave the game alone
Ain't no other way, some will stray, but they come right back
Trapped, streets, the heat, when n***as can't sleep right
Toss and turn, many crash and burn, lie to kick it
In they own prison, slaves to it, play the part
But got no heart Deuce'll tear em apart
That's far from the truth

[Verse 2: Lucho]
This a pain song, gotta feel the rain pourin'
You done me wrong, but the love still remain strong
Ain't no words to express how I'm feelin'
We was once cool, man I thought we was buildin'
Raised since children, came up indifferent
Didn't quite fit in, moms up late night hustlin' and sniffin
Pops hardly there, ain't no way to reach him
Dropped outta school, 'cause the teachers couldn't teach him
Was young and out seeking, tryna get paid
Remember back in the days? Was high, gettin' blazed
Three-sixty ways in the staircase, you've always been there
Learned a lot comin' up with ya, that's why I'll never turn my back on ya
It's too bad we sell crack on ya
[Interlude: Young Noble]
Real n***as go to bat for ya
There's a price on your head, a few stacks for ya
Ha
Man
Shit feel like this, like the new beginning
And they got a second one you know I mean?
Take heed, young n***a, you only get one shot at life
One shot to get it workin' (Turn me up a little bit)
Get yo' money mayn

[Verse 3: Young Noble]
The definiton of a real n***a, that's why I rap about real issues
No baby mama cryin' used the whole roll of tissue
N***as rap about they cars and they jewls (And they jewls)
Without a clue like they don't even watch the evening news
Wannabe dope boys, I tell 'em stay in school
You got a gun, but your brain is your best tool (Yeah)
Dead homies on a t-shirt, like the shit is cool (It ain't cool)
Amongst the hungry wolfs don't become somebody food
You could die, just 'cause a n***a in the wrong mood
Starin' down the barrel of a heartless tool (Yeah)
Say he a baws, but the lil n***a just a mule (He runnin')
And rapper sell they soul, for Worldstar views (Numbers)
Seen it all, man I'm young but I paid dues (Paid dues)
I put the truth in every line, so I can't lose (Can't lose)
I Know God is on my side, even if I lose (If I lose)
You probably wouldn't understand, you ain't in my shoes
I spit that ghetto gospel, it's sort of like the blues (C'mon)
Tryna reach potential killers, while they in they youth (Hear)
They prolly wouldn't understand me until I'm gone (Gone)
The most high, got me talkin' to 'em through my songs (Through my songs)
On top is the only spot that I belong (Yeah)
Outlaw 'til I'm mothafuckin' dead and gone
Teardrops and closed caskets n***a (Closed caskets)
Similar to treach, I'm a ghetto bastard n***a (Yeah)
They say all my sixteens like acid n***a (Let's get it)
Got the torch and I don't know when I'ma pass it n***a
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw for life (Outlaw for life)
Yeah
Wooh! (Wooh!)