In and out , in the blink of an eye, all the guys move in silence, but the violence gon rise, everybody got a pipe, or stay with a pole, most got hella convictions, and plenty times on parole, slim to none, some stay off the radar, but to me its impossible cause i live off weighin jars, hustle hands, I'm the man, got it tatted on my hands, guess i let it go to my head when i blew my first hundred grand, potential to the roof, cause its a part of my core, i started out as a kid selling gardener snakes by the store, true story , ask the homies, its a part of the streets, where every one of us hustle, if we dont win , we dont eat . most of em cut throats, who just wanna show boat, gym shoe hustlin, but shop at the thrift store...Play the game how it goes, work my hand like a pro, makin my fouls count, never missin a free throw,always stand like a man, no matter the size of the load. ..whole city going crazy off the ice and the fyt, and all these murders seem senseless,and petty as shit, everybody got a burner so theyre instincts to murder, when they could of just hit , no need to take it no further