Oh, yeah, as I finally made my journey a little bit stress -free, I look back in the ghetto
with all the little n****s that probably never make it out.
You know the little n****s that's probably gonna get caught up in the government?
Little n****s that's trying to hustle.
And little n****s that'll do anything to get it.
You know what I'm saying?
Just another live. This one for my live.
Just another live. This one for my live.
Just another live. This one for my live.
Just another live. This one for my live.
He was 14, but he stayed strapped to live.
Put his hood on the map.
Any problems on the block of live.
After he was home, anybody want to wait.
Somebody had to call him live.
They had to get him locked down like a rock bottle.
Called him Baby Tony.
Madtown, he had the money and the pop.
He was only one week from getting rich.
But it was four days, three nights.
Two hours in the minute from a ditch.
Saw this picture on the news with a mouth full of gold.
And they showed the cup with a couple of n****s.
I couldn't believe what I seen. My little n****s dead.
So I made a song for every ghetto.
Another live. This one for my live.
Just another live. This one for my live.
Just another live. This one for my live.
Just another live. This one for my live.
To make the world go round.
The juvenile till it's full of living.
Out of every town and broken homes.
With no dad to be the first cause.
My little homie doing time, getting his nuts off.
And ghetto teens pack heat like it's legal food.
And pull a G a week.
So f*** go.
And mama cry, but she shouldn't let it worry her.
Cause every kid can't be a motherf***ing star.
My f***ing life still a coin ten seconds flat.
My trigger happy cousin falling.
Or peel your cap.
My cousin rock smoke weed till his mind gone.
My homie killer facing life, pushing hair on.
All they want to be is just a ghetto superstar.
Just make money and drive cars.
Now who's to blame?
Cause my homies getting their money quicker.
This one live for my crazy.
Another live. This one for my live.
Just another live. This one for my live.
Just another live. This one for my live.
Just another live. This one for my live.
My motherf***ing real live n****s out there hustling.
Doing their time.
Out there doing the crime.
You know what I mean?
Magnolia be the hittest.
I'm a bigger than Big Ben.
North to South to East to West.
Slim. Malik.
Reginella.
They'll fall out mine.
They around.
Legenda.
Let me tell you.
The realest.
My name JBL.
In the cross over.
Man they through.
They should be in clubs with the mean mother.
They should be in clubs with them ghosts.
In the streets.
Respect their projects.
They ghetto.
They playing out.
They should be in clubs with them ghosts.
They should stupid respect the n****s.
They're man respect.
They hit you early.
No limit.
You know.
On the beat though.
Let's play.
