damn y'all really want substance?
here's a sneak peak
as kids we could imagine buildin a mansion from rocks
who woulda known we was right, with crack in our socks/
guns ambush liek a jack in the box
i remember i'm supposed to meet my mans at the spot/
soon as i rolled on the street, i seen an ambulance stop
couldn't hear it, my beats so high, it gave los angeles shocks/
i quiet the ignition, stop goes the sound of 2 pac
my eyes water up i seen my mans had been shot/
you see my and my crew of hustlers, had some ambitious plots
when anybody beefed with us, we let the hammers go pop/
life is like a movie, but the camera's not
hear the directors the grim reaper, got his hands in our plot/
i walk through the crowd, and see em layin in shock
i tell em revenge is tomorrow, makin damn sure they drop/
told em pretend, it's a dream, take whatever you got
imagine a place we live without hearin the sounds of the cops/
and everyone of our heroe's is there handin em props
told em the body leaves, but the man never stops/
answer every question his son can never ask of his pops
and keep my arms out, to catch em through life's hazardous drops/
i'll be the first to throw a rose in when the casket goes drop
and every blunt i smokes for you when chillin down at the docks/
i'll console his mother, for days after the wake, no if nots
so when i come ya way potna, make sure the gate isn't locked/
then his heart beat like crazy, after a minute it stopped
the emergncy technicians, started deliverin shocks/
his bodies shakin like a fish that got stranded on rocks
and the hour glass, no longer had any sand at the top/
blood managed to damage his clothes the flow wouldn't stop
though he's no longer alive still pourin outta the spot/
one second ya body develops the next minute it rots
every hustla on the block can call the devil his pops/