Young Locs Slow Down

(Butch Cassidy talking)

Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down

Glocks, K's, and Eagles trying to put a murder down

Watching fools servin' clowns

With your eyes on the prize, hitting switches

And getting bitches with plenty riches

And if you bang homie, do that

But when your ass gets slapped with that 25, handle that

And all you see is the glamor and gold

Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold

Your destiny is in your hands, you got control

Wasting time with your life until your ass is old

Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp

Eighteen years old, HIV and a limp

Careful of what you ask for

Sometimes you just should let go

Get what you need and not want

Some folks believe and some don't

These are the ones that don't last

Hard head makes a soft ass

But it was something that I had to have

I just had to have

Whats crackin' youngsta

Little OG sick with it

Bangin loose Dickies sagging, house shoe kicking it

Blaze with me, **** let me swing with you

Hop in the cut dog, and spit this game to ya

I see them **** have got you tatted and caught in a pattern

Of clutching a Glock, and banging on **** at the bus stop

Putting in work, in your Pro Club white shirt

Doing dirt trying to gain stripes for the turf

But loc, what up, shit I knew your brother

Used to bang with him, when you was a little motherfucker

Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block

Caught your brother slippin' and filled him with lead

The retaliation was swift, furious, and just know this hood shit is serious

And for the sake of his memories, see about your paper

And remember locs, success is the best revenge on these haters, ****

Murder, murder, murder

I don't wanna die

I'm trying to live, trying to survive

Murder, murder, murder

I don't wanna die

I'm trying to live, trying to survive

**** have got the game twisted

Yet if these busters pump 'em up

And distort their vision, fool listen

Life is like a crap shot

You can either hit the jackpot

Stack a knot and get your cap shot

Live you life homie, do that

But don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked

And moms put a block on the phone

You's a hard motherfucker, now you all alone

All alone in the streets it was on

But keep the leather for penitentiary friends gone

Your on your own

And to the youth, I spit to you

They call me G Dub and I spit the truth

(Butch Cassidy talking to end)