[Narrator]
This is the skyline of New York City as seen from Brooklyn
And this is a part of Brooklyn that few people see anymore
A battleground for the police and young street criminals}

[Man]
If I’m gonna die you know, better it happen now than later

[Verse]
Both feet on the gas, nothin' on the brake (nothin')
Cuffin’ on an eight (cuffin’ on an eight)
Cupboard bare, but I swear tonight gonna be something on the plate
Director in this movie, I cast iron
Ride with pride, like the last lion
Put it bluntly, you hunt me, be your ass dying
I get love, now I need that shit cash buying
I learned to laugh always mask crying
Not get it done young, then you’re past trying (that’s all I did was try)
Feast to famine in the streets with a cannon
Peace to my mans deceased - I’m still standing (still standing)
I ran in, your boys are sweeter than tamarind
What we push is strong, like jaws of Samson
Pitching from Yankee Stadium to yards in Camden
I son ya’ll n***as, I’m a universe
{nobody does a fucking thing until I do so}
I’m The Wolf, don’t make a move unless I do it first (do it first)
You might hear better, but there’s no truer verse
I’m one with the gutter, I’m too immersed
Struggle’s what I’m quoting, and hoping I’m through the worst
My last dice game, I was up a grand
Shot sound, gave my man a pound, I ain’t touch his hand {we find him, and we kill him}
Every now and then my cousin let me pump a gram
My real family got me, I ain’t need Uncle Sam
I celebrate my blessings (celebrate all my blessings)
Can’t catch this live, then tape the sessions
I’m from where a eighth’s a great investment (great investment)
Get that statement you know my place was desperate (the fucking hood, respect)
“Get money” was the basic testament
Pull heat on n***as you pop ‘em, even they suggest it (better shoot me n***a)
In King’s County where the queen never faked the jack
The MAC 10 and a nine, and my ace is strapped
I pull it out, I gotta shoot (gotta shoot)
If you got heart, then follow suit
Through me the lost art’s preserved (art’s preserved)
To make my point use the harshest words (harshest words)
Rocky was the route I’m choosing
You was in the house a hundred doubts I’m proving (I’m proving)
Confident no doubt solution
This might be God speaking, it’s just my mouth is moving
(I’m a vessel man, word)
A spoken memorial to all my losses
Peace to those never found and those in coffins (that's real, man)
For cheap grains and fruits that’s stale
My n***as in the street fought tooth and nail (tooth and nail)
A few hammers, no proof of sale (proof of sale)
Do your time, never boof the scale (fuck that, man, do your time)
Sleep and die, learned that before Elm Street
I’m hard to stick like a n***a that sell heat (that sell heat)
I’m from the grittiest dungeons
Used to count pennies, now it’s fifties and hundreds
I’m from the grittiest dungeons
Used to count pennies, now it’s fifties and hundreds (yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
To my n***as in Brownsville
N***as in East New York, Bed Stuy
Them Harlem n***as man
Know what I’m saying, them South Jamaica n***as
Them South Bronx n***as
Them Delita Ward[?] n***as, for everybody man
There’s a lot of n***as in Chile I know, know what I’m saying?
Everybody all over the fucking world man
If you’re a live n***a, it’s just your music, it’s for you
I know you feel it
Fuck that sucker shit
Word, from the grittiest dungeons
We’re from the grittiest dungeons
{Ka will not feel pain in quite the same way, hardship in battle…}