[Chorus: JasonMartin]
Every day, cops on patrol
N***as moving yap after yap 'til it's gone
Daily combat, can't relax on the field
Tool shed full of loose screws ready to drill
Since I was lil, on God
Been that way, since I was lil, uh

[Verse 1: JasonMartin]
N***a balls dropped way before the sandlot
Sipped drank, ducked shots, boy, L.A. so deadly, yeah
Stuffing shoe box, 'volver by the tube socks
Nip, Fat T and Dre had the hoes going crazy, n***as late
Boy, n***as is better with ghetto antennas
Don't wanna get caught by surprise
Plenty of n***as had thought they was ready
But them was the first ones to die
Run on an opp, them n***as ain't givin' a fuck 'bout political ties
Charge it to the street, n***a roll your sleeves up
New wave bitches, they something (They something)
Get a few dollars, they fucking
Mama ain't raise no suckers
Just stay low and keep hustling, n***a

[Verse 2: Jay Worthy]
This ain't no backpack rap, mini MACs out the backpack clack
Yellow tape, it's a wrap, first class, lay 'em flat then hollow with bracks, huh
This ain't no rap cap, man, I got homies in the can
And they been down for like ten, YGs locked up so it's free Lil Benz
I joined a gang, miss lady, these are my friends
The ones with Nike suits with twisted braids in they hair
And they'll rob you for your shit 'cause they say life unfair
And don't break into my house, we the dogs, be aware
Like the sign on the gate, of a backyard fence
Right now I'm too fat, I couldn't hop that bitch
So if you chase me, better duck 'cause I might bust my shit
That's for the punk police 'cause we don't run from shit
I knocked Holly best friend, we had a run on Fig'
I hated dealing with her son, lil bad ass kid
Everything scandalous like my brother T.F
We the best out the bity like we got next
Play ball, I'm in the four with Lil L and Baby Eightball
In the set like Jenny Craig, ho, we tryna get this weight off
"Street Fighter II", M-Bison, ho, I'm the last boss
Sliding in my 50 on shoes, we keep the rag on
It's P
[Chorus: JasonMartin & Bun B]
Every day, cops on patrol
N***as moving yap after yap til it's gone
Daily combat, can't relax on the field
Tool shed full of loose screws ready to drill
Since I was lil, on God
Been that way, since I was lil, uh
N***a and I'm still trill, hold up

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Man I came up in the ghetto as the youngest of four boys
Blocks with a whole lot of problems but no joys
Y'all mighta got em up, guarantee we made more noise
Pull up on your ass with more homies and more toys
Texas in the late '80s ain't have no bangers
Just some n***as riding Trues and Vogues and rolling Swangas
You still had to represent the hood you grew up in
You had rolled deep or you was scared to fight, you was fucked then
Kept your strap tucked in the waist of your pants
But before you pull it out, see if they wanna throw hands
It's nothing to catch a square out here, it's too much grass
So throw 'em from the shoulders fast or n***as droppin yo ass
We ain't scared, we prepared if it gotta go the other way
If you good with a fade though, you lived to see another day
Took me from a boy to a man
But if you wasn't a lil n***a from the Trill, n***as won't understand, man
[Verse 4: Curren$y]
N***a, ever since lil, I was riding model cars
.22 in my mama dresser drawer, protect me, Lord
Heavy starch in my Girbaud jeans, durag covering my waves up
But nothing could conceal my dreams
I was up to something, n***a, 'cause I wanted everything
Still remember the first clean Chevy that I ever seen
Hardtop '60, it was resting on some thirteens
N***a hopped out, heat tucked, it popped
I was like, "Ooh, n***a, that's me"
Fool, I was only nine but that stuck in my mind, inspired my drive
Legends taught me how to survive, though some of 'em died
I'm smoking my own, wearing my own, own weed, own clothing line
I knew it would be like this doggie, I just had to stay alive

[Chorus: JasonMartin]
Every day, cops on patrol
N***as moving yap after yap til it's gone
Daily combat, can't relax on the field
Tool shed full of loose screws ready to drill
Since I was lil, on God
Been that way, since I was lil, uh

[Outro: JasonMartin]
N***a balls dropped way before the sandlot
Sipped drank, ducked shots, boy, L.A. so deadly, yeah