Everybody is creepin’ I guess they think I’m sleepin’ I feel ‘em schemin’ I think them demons discovered weakness in my team and it’s causin’ complications/ Infiltration, the playa hation stops the operation and block the floatation of your paper chasin’/ Second say he's got me schemin’ workin’ these demons is lurkin’ and they purpose get in my shit and close curtains/ Don’t think I’d be murdered by one of my foes, they see it’s usually muthufukas that you know (Amen) and very close/ I know your kind, they be the first that want to ride wit cha’/ Doin' too much all the time, why don’t you recline nigga? But naw, you see they dippin’ makin’ moves in these expensive cars/ And over night we thinkin’ they can make it this far, be a star/ We see them groupies pushin’ they asses out the way so they can get to me/ Why am I caught up in this bullshit and this drama when I really should’ve listened to my Mama? Goddamn (Goddamn)
-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
Mama used to say "Boy, your friend ain't friends." (Boy, everybody ain't your partner gotta watch your back) Mama used to say "They will bring your end." (To live a thugs life, you live a rough life) Mama used to say "If you wanna grow old." (Boy, everybody ain't your mama got to watch your back) Mama used to say "Leave them nothin'-assed niggas alone, you know." Fo' sho' you know? (She knows.)
-Keef G-
I left home broke, but momma I’m a be back/ Gotta hit me a corner with a line, get these rap snaps/ The odds against me; Ten to one what I bet on myself/ The bum Keef G playin’ the cards that life dealt/ Dwellin’ on hard times this sufferin’ is fearin’ walkin’ wit cha’ head down, sad, who wants to hear it? The law of the land says "Weed is a contraband"/ What you want us to do, beg with a cup in our hands? We get to the point that we tired, but we keep on pushin’/ Fuck a job they never tell me I’m fired/ Standin’ on faith, who can stop me (Who?) Absorbin’ the shit they said about me, masterin’ poverty/ Makin' my nest egg, bailin’ down train tracks, I’m the hobo/ Blowin’ the frost off a couple "Bartender, pour me a Double" Somethin’ seem to be trouble (Trouble)/ When there's money involved, nigga