Built different Big hurt No feeling Real ones move in silence They keep on coming with the sirens Your built different but you still ignorant Your hurt living life like theirs dirt on your shirt No feeling we can hang after you done dealing Moving in silence you need guidance Sirens going off in the horizon Thats the gang life you have in afterlife Stealing ain’t bad if u do it with feeling When cops see you they get squealing Moved in the hood got pretty good It was good when we stood in the neighborhood we liked to call widowood