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[Verse 1]

I`m gonna take you back .. to 1980

People thought she was crazy for keepin` her baby

Being only thirteen thinking` how she would love a son

Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one

When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by

Some had bets on the side that she wouldn`t live to see `85

But she would prove them wrong .. corrosion kickin` strong

And like the calm before storm so was mom when it was on

Back in `86 .. as he grew up in the mix

Watchin` his mother hang around men

that slang the cain to make them licks

Strugglin` year after year switchin` daddy to daddy

Last one had him a lincoln .. this one got him a caddy

Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs

Pushin` dubs to them scrubs `cuz he got a connect with killa bud

Little young buck seen all of that

then the man had a hand on that crack

And he out there lookin` for tear that come black

Cuz he know that smack on a comeback

He was nothin` but 9 years old doin` nothin` but what he was told

Always the one that would hafta hold

Till the man let him know when it was sold

Then he would take what wrapped in the paper sack

Make the drop and he`d make it back

Imagine that to play the mac

And not know how one`s s`posed to act



[Chorus]

When them hustlin` on them corners

Don`t play them for weak cuz them will shoot ya

Real young killa gangsta rude-boy

destined for death yet O`m your future

How can the youth be humble

when we live in an age of rage

too young and naive to conceive that them diggin` an early grave



[Verse 2]

And by the time the nineties come around ..

Mom`s had a frown since the man went down

Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil` man`s left to hold his ground

Playin` his art stayin` in school ..

Nothin` short of payin` his dues

Mamas heart`s what made him choose ..

Got him a start in breakin` rules

Hittin` them books hangin` with crooks ..

Watchin` out when that law man looks

Money`s put in them pocket books

And business good `cuz he got them rooks

To make the run getting` it done ..

With the advantage of bein` so young

Nobody cared about what had begun ..

Then by the end of `91

He was the kid in junior high ??

Lookin` to get some new supply

Got him a hook up through some guy

Livin` like either it`s do or die

Under the influence of the game ..

Already been through the love and the pain

Feelin`s to him that one in the same ..

Gotta maintain or go down the drain

It was the life he learned to live ..

He`s never had an alternative

Most forbid the things he did ..

But what would you do if you were the kid growin` up

Around the cut only exposed to what`s corrupt

Nothin` could break a boy so rough

except the touch of his mother`s love



[Chorus]



[verse 3]

Around the summer of `93 ..

Everyone`s packin` artillery

Do many wantin` to be a "g"

Ready to make a delivery

Whatever it took to get in a set ..

Not even worried about regret

It`s who could pose the biggest threat

And catch the most of all respect

He can`t stop ..

He won`t stop ..

Even though every spot is hot

Givin` it everything thing he`s got ..

Tryin` to keep from getting` caught

Never the one to be any place

Long enough to catch a case

After all no time to waste

When doin` your business face to face

He`s comin` equipped to make the lick ..

Not about to play the trick

Puttin` in work to make the hit and keepin` it low to stay legit

Mom`s and dad`s i`m talkin` to you ..

These are the things our children do

Hopin` you listen and catch the clues then maybe



[Chorus]

[Verse 1]

I`m gonna take you back .. to 1980

People thought she was crazy for keepin` her baby

Being only thirteen thinking` how she would love a son

Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one

When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by

Some had bets on the side that she wouldn`t live to see `85

But she would prove them wrong .. corrosion kickin` strong

And like the calm before storm so was mom when it was on

Back in `86 .. as he grew up in the mix

Watchin` his mother hang around men

that slang the cain to make them licks

Strugglin` year after year switchin` daddy to daddy

Last one had him a lincoln .. this one got him a caddy

Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs

Pushin` dubs to them scrubs `cuz he got a connect with killa bud

Little young buck seen all of that

then the man had a hand on that crack

And he out there lookin` for tear that come black

Cuz he know that smack on a comeback

He was nothin` but 9 years old doin` nothin` but what he was told

Always the one that would hafta hold

Till the man let him know when it was sold

Then he would take what wrapped in the paper sack

Make the drop and he`d make it back

Imagine that to play the mac

And not know how one`s s`posed to act



[Chorus]

When them hustlin` on them corners

Don`t play them for weak cuz them will shoot ya

Real young killa gangsta rude-boy

destined for death yet O`m your future

How can the youth be humble

when we live in an age of rage

too young and naive to conceive that them diggin` an early grave



[Verse 2]

And by the time the nineties come around ..

Mom`s had a frown since the man went down

Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil` man`s left to hold his ground

Playin` his art stayin` in school ..

Nothin` short of payin` his dues

Mamas heart`s what made him choose ..

Got him a start in breakin` rules

Hittin` them books hangin` with crooks ..

Watchin` out when that law man looks

Money`s put in them pocket books

And business good `cuz he got them rooks

To make the run getting` it done ..

With the advantage of bein` so young

Nobody cared about what had begun ..

Then by the end of `91

He was the kid in junior high ??

Lookin` to get some new supply

Got him a hook up through some guy

Livin` like either it`s do or die

Under the influence of the game ..

Already been through the love and the pain

Feelin`s to him that one in the same ..

Gotta maintain or go down the drain

It was the life he learned to live ..

He`s never had an alternative

Most forbid the things he did ..

But what would you do if you were the kid growin` up

Around the cut only exposed to what`s corrupt

Nothin` could break a boy so rough

except the touch of his mother`s love



[Chorus]



[verse 3]

Around the summer of `93 ..

Everyone`s packin` artillery

Do many wantin` to be a "g"

Ready to make a delivery

Whatever it took to get in a set ..

Not even worried about regret

It`s who could pose the biggest threat

And catch the most of all respect

He can`t stop ..

He won`t stop ..

Even though every spot is hot

Givin` it everything thing he`s got ..

Tryin` to keep from getting` caught

Never the one to be any place

Long enough to catch a case

After all no time to waste

When doin` your business face to face

He`s comin` equipped to make the lick ..

Not about to play the trick

Puttin` in work to make the hit and keepin` it low to stay legit

Mom`s and dad`s i`m talkin` to you ..

These are the things our children do

Hopin` you listen and catch the clues then maybe



[Chorus]

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