Crip walk, blood walk, to this song I sat right here daily, like what went wrong You'll call yourself stupid when you finally hear this song Yes you're gonna die but the pain won't last long 'Till the next one hit wonder comes along And we can overcome poverty, we stayin' strong Couldn't breathe on his own, for three months long You're tryin play me, you're dead wrong God is still alright with me I'll be there, don't let the residents see Hoover Street know what it be Ya okay, where's ya respect for me baby? Funky beat peddlers, listen to the editors Understand all whites must be perceived as potential predators My possible scam, a sonogram of modern man You hate it cause you can't understand how I can Even though you say you love me, you can't handcuff me Bitch you aint nothing that you claim to be I carry a conversation and I carry these raps Peeling niggaz caps talking shit running at they traps BHARGAV U can't diss whatever you do you're gonna miss nothing's gonna happen if you take a piss I have been raised but you're dismissed Splittin 'em up, you ain't gettin up Gun diarrhea, now I'm dancing with thieves, yup! Oh, she's trippin me out got me sayin hold up Time to put the rhyme caffeine in yo' cup Jesus is still alright with me I'll be there, don't let the residents see Hoover Street know what it be Ya okay, where's ya respect for me