[Intro:]
Yo yo Gu-rizzi, yo
Yo whassup son?
Yo man, youknowhatImean?
I need this money man
Get up out in these…
In these streets man
Yo, so what's the deal God?
I'm sayin, what you need though?
Yo let me have like
Two or three, three G's man
I'm sayin, I'm sayin son man
You know what happened last time though
I gotta do what I gotta do man
I gotta eat man
Whassup man?
Oh your baby momma stressin you?
[Verse 1:]
Way past the days
Of the deuce me and you
Stays a crew
Only a few percent knew
What me and you went through
We've been sent to dominate
These corny come-laters
And set this crooked rap shit straight
From Crenshaw to Castlegate
Like Pete and CL
I reminisce over days
From the streets of Boston
To New York and all the ways
For certain niggas to blow up
And crime paid
But my praise goes
To the most high
Cause some nights I got so wild yo
I almost died
Some stuff I got into
Really scarred my mental
Pops wasn't tryin to hear it
Cause of what he been through
Still, like my nigga Havoc said
Sometimes you gotta
Hit your crew off
So they can make some bread
Cause no matter the weather
Niggas be needin cheddar
And things in this world
Are more fucked up than ever
So let's make this bond
To keep this hip-hop strong
You a man Baby Pop
You know right from wrong
So stay out of trouble
And that goes for me too
That's what we need to do
That's my advice to you…
[Hook:]
You remember what happened last time
When you got knocked
Doin your thing
Sewin shit up on the block
You need to stop
'Fore you get caught again
Or you get shot
And I lose another friend
[Bridge:]
Any man with the plan
Is precise with his life
Think twice!
[Verse 2:]
My advice to you
Cut down on champagne and booze
For a nigga like me
Most time that shit's bad news
It's like lightin a fuse
Whether it's sneakers or shoes
Cause somebody always wanna step up
To start a feud
It's like Set-tin It Off
But not the movie
Plus let's get some real women
Forget floozies and the groupies
Cause they spell mad problems
From Watts to Harlem
And the bullshit won't stop
Long as the world's revolvin
And I recall when niggas
Knew my pops had clout
But they didn't know my sorry ass
Was gettin kicked out
And they was seein
If I wanted to come bubble with them
And make my ends triple and double with them
And get in trouble with them
Now memories of them
I wear em in my heart like a emblem
I doubt we'd ever be bigtime
Sellin dope coke or dust
It's killin us
Let's take our people
And make a exodus
Annihilation, inhalation through the lungs
Or extermination by the use of dirty guns
Triple beam dreams
And drug schemes of mad cream
Could be a sad scene
When you go to that extreme
[Outro:]
Any man with the plan
Is precise with his life
Think twice
My advice is to you…