On and On

Nowadays you gotsta walk the street

And watch your back

'Cause brothers with the gats

Don't be knowin' how to act

They always pull the Glock

When somebody rocks at night

And if they get shot

They often snitch to the cops

Now, tell me this ain't livin' foul

She just had a baby child

And she's back to sellin' crack valves

On the Ave, 'cause she's addicted to the fast cash

How long will that last

Before the cops be up in that ass?

But honey-dip don't wanna listen

'Cause she's in no position

That nobody gives a pot to piss in

Her life is stuck and filled with bad luck

So, she fucks and fucks to earn another buck

She don't really care about pride

As she jumps into another ride

Then committin' suicide

Hey, yo, this goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang

This goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang

Hey, yo, this goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang

This goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang

Times is gettin' hard

Word is bond

I swear to God

I even got caught tryin' to steal from the junk yard

A born terror, a rebel without a pause

I never had a good Christmas

So who is Santa Claus?

I walk the streets at night with my head down

In this lil' town you see clowns that wanna be down

So, they get a Glock

And lick shots to get props

And when shit rocks

All you can hear is the shells drop

An old man got shot in the parkin' lot

In front of my building

I hang with his grandchildren

And for the **** that pulled the trigger

And tried to slide

And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide

And this happens every day

Around my way

So I pray that I can live another day

Hey, yo, this goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang

This goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang

Hey, yo, this goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang

This goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang

Hey, yo, get a load of this guy

You know the Mr. Hard

He the one who talks about gats

But ain't bustin' nobody

He speaks that yang-yang

So he can just maintain

I'd blow him out the frame and his mom

Said he gang bang

But his rep is high-tech in the projects

Pulled his knuckle-jacks

So he got made respect

The **** in hoodies

Packed up the loaded gats

Met up in the back

So they could plan the attack

Wasn't hard to tell

That these kids was no joke

They let the pistol smoke

And at nine was dopin' and coked

I seen it happen every day where I live

I know a few brothers, drug dealers

Most of them fugitives

Hey, yo, this goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang

This goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang

Hey, yo, this goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang

This goes on and on, Shy

Everybody's doin' they own thing

From hookerin' to drug slang