featuring 3-2 and Ron Isley 3-2 Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start sellin crack cocaine and codeine Time to stack some paper think I'm a do it quick Thinkin I'm a juvenile but they dont know who they messin wit, yeah My mama's only son But I live everyday like its my muthafuckin last one Every nigga and they mama askin why But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'm a die But if I die or should I say if I go Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go Cause tomorrow aint promised to me The only thing promised to a playa is the penetentiary So I'm a take care of my business on the smooth tip Watch my back sellin crack and pack two clips When ya think about that you say "it'll be on" Its a trip youre here today but the next day youre gone One day youre here, baby But then youre gone (repeat) Bun B This world we livin in man it aint nuthin but drama Everyone wanna harm ya in New york niggas gettin shot fo bombers Now they got yo life in the former they in like California Niggas who roll that hydroponic-marijuana Gangbangin got the ghetto hotter than a sauna Back in Orange my nigga Pop died on the corner Behind a funky-ass dice game I saw once before he died wished it was twice mayn I remember bein eight deep off in Chucky crib Lettin us act bad not givin a fuck what we did When we lost him I knew the world was comin to the end And I had to quit lettin that devil push me to a sin My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten But now it looks like when he come out man I'm goin in So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fuckin zone Cause one day you here but the next day you gone One day you here baby But then youre gone (repeat) Pimp C I'm up early cuz aint enough light in the daytime Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes Ak loader as I get swallowed under city lights Niggas be lookin shife so I look shife back Cant show no weakness in these streets you'll get yo life jacked Mayn its a trip where i stay especially for me This bitches tryin to lock me up for the whole century They gave my boy down in Florida Dante 19 I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I aint no liar My man RoRo jus lost his baby in a house fire And then when I got on my knees that night to pray I asked God why he let these killas live and take my homeboy's son away Man if you got kids show em you love em cuz God jus might call em home Cuz one day you here but baby the next day you gone