You're thuggin' and you love the streets. Huggin' the block, sellin' rocks, gettin' major heat and niggaz hatin'. And you ain't stop to think about niggaz runnin' their mouth.
Girl I know there's something wrong. I can see it when I look in your eyes. And I know that it couldn't be far. it's the story of our lives. And when I look over my shoulder.