Missing my dawgs

swear to god I Miss my dawgs, we had da whole city on lock, everybody played their roles, yo closest road dawg, any one who spoke on your name, got bombarded by da 44 gun smoke, Do this for my people's dead N gone, Im a hustler sum rather sit and starv, me and cowards just don't get along, your friends will do u wrong, your enemies well u already no where they coming from, Learn this valuable lesson, this harsh world will chew u up like bubble gum, If u can't play da game, nothing stays da same thangs change, finding out sooner than later that yo boo can leave u cus she think da grass is greener on da other side, wit a dude riding in a drop top ride, It may hurt inside, just keep mashing for that paper, ok my guy, when I was down bad u all was no where to be found, U don't no me fool I can have folks come in yo crib and light it up like da 4 of july, always been da type to stand on 10, ay that's how I might have to die, call me Scarface Im da truth even when I lie