[singer harmonizing]
    [Cam'ron over singer]
  Uhh, Killa, yo ..
  You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth,
  y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share
  it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo ..
    [Cam'ron]
  I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up
  Man, this shit'll get you choked up
  I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up
  Almost doped up, but had no guts
  So I pimp all these hoe sluts
  When they period come it get slow but so what?
  I got big plans to blow up
  I'ma love this year, but blood ain't here
  We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class
  to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash
  Little cats, he would see our dreams
  Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all
  (blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah
  Now that he's not here I feel that it's not fair
  Fuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads
  Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz
  "My man was a hell of a nigga," (?) wit the triggers
  Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it
  Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected
  Death to (?), "logic" I said
  Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed
  Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead
  This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead
    [Chorus]
  For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up
  They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise
  To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
  Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise
    [Cam'ron]
  Yo .. yo, I never had fights in rings
  I just had fights for rings, ice and bling
  I done spent nights in bings
  Now I realized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thing
  but how I get the right to sing?
  And the streets be talkin like Donahue
  Clowns, they belong on Comic View
  that's why the feds onto you
  When they form they assembly's
  you stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis
  Course everybody gotta war story (shit)
  I swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn)
  I'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories
  Add a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (Killa!)
  I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's
  Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers
  and I never said "I'ma player"
  But I been down wit messy action
  Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen
  Ma kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit man
  I'm scared of commitment
  I'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen
  Outside, workin and pitchin, work on the block
  Even put the work on the glock
  Work on the toilet, I'ma work-a-holic
    [Chorus - 2X w/ Cam'ron adlibs]
    [singer sings until fade]