[hook]. Hold all of the murderin' up if you gotta bust a cap then aim it up. If you religious praise it up if you gotta get high then blaze it up. For the ones who never gave it up. Take a champagne glass and raise it up. Agony was the feelin' when I saw his blood spilling. Poppin' lip and taking over his tip is why he had to kill him. Now his bodies in chalk and no longer can talk so then a life is lost. Somebody tricked off and the killer was caught. So now his lifes his cost. You might get caught. So to make a move these motherfuckers is petrified. All the best that tried won't even slide. So just bless the rest that died. Is it a test of pride when inside. You grip a trigger but you didn't wanna pull it. Could it be a motherfucker that you notice. On the other side of the bullet. Should it matter now you figure fuck it I'ma waste him. It's just a murda for the nation. But some end up locked up broke up. For felonies and over overly motherly abrasion. Now in front of me encased in a coffin is a body. With people around sad and froze. Teardrops and rain. But folks didn't really feel the pain until the casket closed. I was drastic chose and the mother threw a frown. Even though the gunner was found. Cause it seems like yesterday when he was running around. Now he under the ground cause they gonna get down in these streets Even. though you pack a piece for heat these niggaz urgin' to bust. The game ain't the same so stay away from the curb. If you out there serving em' up and. [hook (repeat)]. w/ "make a toast to yourself for survivng in a world that's so corrupt". Agony was the feelin' when I saw his blood pouring. Tragedy mess a man look in the mirror then I see the stud mourning. As these streets erases others it encase a brother. You had enough heart to waste this brother. But could you face his mother I was faced with other. Type of problems that had held me back. Couldn't tell me jack now I'm gone in my own zone. You ain't gotta tell me that so me trail me back to a time. When a motherfucker 'd lost his will survive. Me and my folks had to hustle and steal for a meal. Eat or had to kill to survive. I remember when you had my back. When the relative passed and my momma cried. When the house caught flames. You collapsed in my arms when you heard that father d' died. I take drama in stride. Even though I had to go through a thing to get myself together. Still suffer but the worst is gone. So it's on till' the roamin' man have his shelter. But if I end up back on the streets again and I had to recieve my fate Smoke. weed at the wake so the pain and hate escapes. To keep the kids straight. Cause you did straight if your seed proceed. As long as they keep learning and keep growing up. Right now we survive in a place that's full of doubt. And about to self-destruct. [hook x2]. Visualize in invisible eyes how I individualize. Critical cries of pitiful skies that rain pain upon the ghetto land. Where the unforgettable dies. Subliminal lies mean a motherfucker never gone make it. If he don't peep it and keep it in check soon. Womb to the tomb death is in the next room. If a nigga ain't realizin' a k's and tech's doom. Let's assume another brother wanna laugh at you. I think he just took a blast at you. You won't have it you killed him. There go the trigger try to kick it but his niggas coming after you Telling. you a stranger must be crazy. To step it to a motherfucker that's dangerous. Cause it's a gang of us throwin' knuckles in the scuffle. If we have two things of bust. It's cocaine to us and my brains to dust. I represent you up there so I try. Long as I leave my enemy bust vacinity crushed. I don't really give a fuck if I die. So why lie my people should be glad to survive in the land of the lost It's a. plan of the boss leaving motherfuckers dying. With their grandmother's hand on the cross. So I take a stand when I talk ran instead of walked. To chalk another victory. How you did the caper hid the paper. Breaking other niggas off is a mystery. With the chemicals and drugs all of these criminals and thugs. Just keep comin' up better watch yourself ain't no love in the streets In a. ghetto of a world that's corrupt. [hook]