[Chorus: Billy Wes]
I done lost n***as to the streets
N***as to the system
A lotta [?] n***as [?]
A lotta my real n***as turned out being snitches
[?] bitches
I done lost n***as to the streets
N***as to the system
A lotta [?] n***as [?]
A lotta my real n***as turned out being snitches
[?] bitches

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I done lost n***as to the streets, and some partners to the system
Got a hungry [?]
That's the only night I wasn't with him
Man, my right hand shooter, turned to the [?]
That bitch you was fucking with [?] that shit that was crusial
Lost n***as to the gang bang, lost n***as to the coke slang
Lost a lotta frienomies, made a lotta enomies
[?]
Times start getting hard, n***as start switching
I done seen n***as snitching, for them petty [?]
It's a cold game, n***a gotta keep [?]
I'm from a hood where a n***a gotta keep a ratchet
It's like everybody cooking, ain't nobody [?]
When you start doing good, [?] when they [?]
[Chorus: Billy Wes]
I done lost n***as to the streets
N***as to the system
A lotta [?] n***as [?]
A lotta my real n***as turned out being snitches
[?] bitches
I done lost n***as to the streets
N***as to the system
A lotta [?] n***as [?]
A lotta my real n***as turned out being snitches
[?] bitches

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
[?] n***as straight up out [?]
A lotta my n***as, they still here with us, a lotta my n***as done already died
R.I.P. L.O.R.D. Imfamous, I miss you the most
When I'm making these beats, I feel you still around me, maybe it's just your ghost
I know you up in heaven with [?] I'm taking care of [?]
[?] and all of the family members we lost
All the homies that we done lost, some of [?]
[?] Sunday riding that Mustang
[?] n***as died young, they never last long
'Cause the devil in they head, tryna make them do wrong
Killer Mike [?] still here
Man, my brother [?] probably never see outside of the pen
Most of my hustling n***as here, while my lazy n***as out with they hand out, they ain't even really tryna win
Putting blunts in the whip, with my n***a Chris
Talking 'bout all of the homies we miss, and we can do is just here and reminisce
[Chorus: Billy Wes]
I done lost n***as to the streets
N***as to the system
A lotta [?] n***as [?]
A lotta my real n***as turned out being snitches
[?] bitches
I done lost n***as to the streets
N***as to the system
A lotta [?] n***as [?]
A lotta my real n***as turned out being snitches
[?] bitches