I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get beat

Bleedin' all out they head in the middle of the street

Shit ball fights would go on in the park

It's like damn pirate nigga's come out in the dark

Freaks sell dope for material shit

On the side gold diggin' for some part time dick

O.G. nigga's turn into alcoholics

What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"

Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers

Well my nigga's on the block sell that rocked up shit

Touchin' they gat everytime a fool pass

Quick to put slugs up in a nigga's ass

We say fuck school, we say fuck grades

We rather get paid and snort cocaine on the Ave.

I see some nigga's that I used to go to school with

They look at me like my face is full of bear shit

They don't even say whats up to a young loc

Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats

But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya

I remember back when ate in the cafeteria

Huh, but those days are rested

I grab a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep steppin'

To the store for some zig-zags

Every store on my corner is owned by an Araib

But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'

Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'

Cuz some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care

They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me

Yo, but I don't want to bruise ya

I rather take you on tour wit' me nigga then lose ya

Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven

Hit the dice game and then... jet

Them police wanna find me

Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke gunji

And I don't care about jail hoe

I just lift weights let my hair and my nails grow

Beat up on the fags, I did a calendar

Now I'm even sicker on the Ave.

Us nigga's on the block, got on income breakin' boulders down to rocks

But we were all born to be dead

Why you wanna wear a vest when nigga's get shot in the head

But a helmet won't work though

Ya get a nine in your ass and watch your dick blow up

Cuz real niggas just multiply

But now days real nigga's just die

Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh then jet

Real nigga's smoke buddha hoe

Triple cross a muthafucka then giggle at his funeral

I snort caine with the hard heads

Outta when I sale to make mail from the damn feds

Now I'm about to get high

Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St. Ide's

Dre Dog creeps solo

Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah hell no

Cuz I don't worry bout' shit

I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be fucked wit'

So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin' thangs

Well them young locs just jock

And white folks can't pass

Give up your cash and your bags or getcha ass nabbed on the Ave