I used to hustle street corners back in 1986
 

Slangin yayo by the dub, me and e-bay in the mix. Only sixteen, slangin rocks on the slumber, two 'o' clock in the mornin we watchin under. See the coppers kept their creep on but we was ready, didn't slip or slide or sleep on. The game was deadly, you could be here today and gone tomorrow partner, see you gotta try to survive, the system failed us as a people. Money is the root to evil that we possess inside our hearts and minds that's why so many of my homies dyin. Crack flooded communities will reflect the grim harsh look and the face of what we call reality, dead partners and click pictures and bullet shells on grave sites. Got me thinkin about my crazed life what would I be, when I think that it's a shame cause my trigger gots no heart homie... and ain't no love in this game.

You down dog. Fo shizzle?

i think theres quite a few of us that moved from streets to legit

Keep it real.

Niz niz...

Wait... what?

This sounds like the jungle music I turn off on the radio.
Words that makes no sense and are full of bullshit like the people who write them :321GFY

Wateva keeps one going

eh.. playing around, kid?

word to yo motha!

I feel you, dawg!