[Verse 2]
You know the saga, who liver, who hotter
Who shot at who at the Ramada
I knew about beats since Bambaataa
Before "Beat Street" streets was heavily deep with the riders
Guns and money, some was hungry
Dysfunctional families that come from junkies
Jailbirds with wanted warrants jumpin' countries
Just jungle surviving like a bunch of monkies
Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars
nikkas snitchin', but still got the heart to holla
Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless
Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dikk
Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it
Two TEC's to war with, grew up next to all this
So understand, I know from firsthand
The lies of a church man, high off his first gram