Today we're gonna do something scarynWe're venturing into the mind of young black malesnLet's take a peak...nn[ Young Lay ]nCuddies perved by the corner, stout, herbnGot me twisted, mo' cold killin murdersnThem brothers gettin furthernGot my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knowninnSpot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showinnDirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listennLotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96nAll the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mothernMake these police wonder: how is he so undercover?nNever been a lover, but America had broke my heartnI was told to tear up out this before this tear me apartnEat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheesenWhile the Japs stack scratch with the VietnamesenBut I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trapnA young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rapnIt's just that feelin, that feelin that I have for childrennAre able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill usnnI gotta survive, I try to stay alive, honSmokin that dank to deal with the painnn(My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?)nn[ Ray Luv ]nJune 2nd '93 I returned to the streetsnDid 2 months in the county and I opt to the beatnNow the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rapnTell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strapnBut I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the strugglenBorn hustler, goin for the jugularnOut to take the beast down, piece down might be too latenThe funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-AidnWould love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book menGuilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook menSilence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin yanA poison you created in the veins of AmericanMiseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized nThat 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyinnAin't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin fromnRemember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin fromnGot us sprung off the cocaine and the welfarenWhile the black babies die without health carenn[ Mac Mall ]nNow how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flagnWhen the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag?nGot my mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't homenGot a double homicide warrant on my domenI hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clipsnCut through the back window and like a g hit a fencenI'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin sent for violationnFoes and punk police, them devils still at my do'nI peep a group of ten tryina get informationnI threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustrationnIt's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anywaynSo if I go out blastin, call it my fatenI got niggas in the pen like my cousin BudnLunatic Insane, and my partner T-LovenBig Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac DrenCleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, mannn[ 2Pac ]nNow I been called a crook, a killer, a thugnA no-good dealer of drugsnAnd Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you wasnCause where I'm at, if you black, we strappednAs long as ki's make g's these thieves attacknAnd ain't no rules on the streets these daysnMuthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazaynI'm livin in the dangerzonenAnd learnin lesson from the game, it's onnNiggas was gone when the frame was onnI'm gettin breaken them balls dailynIs there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell?nSee, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head downnWhy pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead nownMy memory since I was a little seednWas a penitentiary full of niggas like menThese cops can't terrorize us, they despise usnNiggas, cause we on the risenPlus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truthnAnd the youth turn the streets into a piece of BeirutnAnd the truth isnnI gotta survive, I try to stay alive, honSmokin that dank to deal with the pain