ft. Lae-D Trigga, Bless
  
  
  Yeah... ain't nuttin sweet in these streets...
  Everyday it's a never-ending saga...
  
  [Chorus: Guru] - 2X
  It's a never-ending saga, the drama, the block's hotter than lava
  See the stress in the eyes of my mama
  She don't wanna hear about me gettin put in a cage
  Still I keep so much heat, have you shook and amazed
  
  [Guru]
  It's like this everyday hustle got me stifled
  It's like all I think about is cocking pistols and rifles
  All I do all day is smoke weed and drink
  Look at my icey grill in the mirror and then I spit in the sink
  Got to flip more dough, got to pull another heist
  May not have the biggest rep, but you could say this brother's nice
  Twice the cops came by my crib, askin questions
  About some shit that happened, that nobody wants to mention
  I'd rather take my own life then live as a snitch
  I pray to God but sometimes, he don't grant my wish
  I wanna get out of here, and lace my chick with some Prada gear
  Push a fat whip and own a big house somewhere
  I can't sleep, I'm thinkin about my next caper
  I gotta figure out a way that I can make the best paper
  I got a son, and yo I'm still mad young
  Everyday I'm on the Ave. with my niggaz totin mad guns
  
  [Lae-D Trigga]
  Everyday's a different struggle, different sets and tecs
  Tryna make my dollars double, so who's next to flex
  Hollow points wet like sets, got the Ill-X connect
  Niggaz be hatin when you takin, tryna hold ya breath
  They wanna mold ya death and lay you where the seas rest
  For a chain and ya watch, you bound to get yourself popped
  Have ya brains lookin "Sloppy" like "Joe"
  Runnin and breathin like whoa
  This game the illest if ya know when to fold
  Dramatic incidence, keep the witnesses, bickerin
  Chickens is sickenin, fuckin cats that own businesses
  Voices and visions leave a stain in my mind
  So I explain it in rhymes
  Bullets and slums keep this dame in her prime
  Undercovers wanna lock me up, niggaz wanna knock me up
  Spend my cheddar like they got me stuck
  I change ya frame from weak to dust, after I heat ya up
  Automatics, skee that meat and trucks
  Livin is crazy if you got no luck, worse if you got no bucks
  You gotta take, all you can or get fucked
  You gotta space all ya mans and get buck
  The hood you live in is tough
  Feels like the whole damn world gone corrupt
  That's why I drink the veins, anything to ease the fuckin pain
  Let it reign in my heart on this dirt stain, it hurt mayne
  
  [Guru] Ghetto dreams... callin mad schemes... that's right
  
  [Chorus] - 2X
  
  [Bless]
  I heard life was a test, learned life was a mess
  Ya blaze cess, escape stress from one day to the next
  Right or left, in this maze that ends in death
  I'm alive but need rest, progress in three steps
  With every step or breath, I seem to digest so much shit
  to get off my chest, born and restless
  I, sit at my desk, 9 to 5 at best
  The rest collect checks to waste on lotto bets
  Forty bottles wet and cigarettes, adress to ad-ress
  Places, faces with sadness, cats depressed
  Through all the madness, I managed
  To be blessed with a sense to know dough don't measure success
  Cuz even though money is power, it ain't always respect
  Live my life with no regrets, all these heads know the deal
  I re-fuse to move, unless I'm doin what I feel
  the true meaning of real, not the gat that you conceal
  Cracks ya sell, bitches ya mack, and caps ya peel
  Try to match my skill, attack ya grill, perhaps I will
  Sit back and chill, you shoulda known that I'm ill...
  
  [Chorus] - 2X