[Bleek talking:]

yeah, MADE, no mob shit,

money additude direction and education,

on some real shit think about my hood one time,

my hood this is a trip,

Change and cross niggaz, where did we go wrong



[Verse 1:]

I'm from that two bedroom apartment marcy, 534 middle building yeah this here started me, i'm new to 'em, but

consider me young, seen it all happen and understand what was done, but all i wanted was fly kicks fly shit, little nigga

but still kept a fly bitch, and back then it was love in the hood, knuckle up with ya dogs but fuck it its all good, now i'm

in the crib rippin up to go to war with him, same little nigga i used to steal from the store with him. I'll go and get him

from school, we used to take the same bus same train back then we was koo, i broke bread at lunch with him, and if momz left