If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter than here
You know the P would pack his bag and just leave next year
But I got a son to raise so I'ma stay in this hell
And I gotta gun to blaze if you play with the L-
Dot O - Dot X - Dot at the end
We the niggas that's gon' leave with the pot at the end
Never too young to die, or too old to live
Ain't it hard to bust your gun, go home, and mold your kid?
I'm ashamed I sell crack, but I'ma ryde for the moment
Know the consequence, I'ma die with The Omen
Two is better than one, there's three of The LOX
Ki in a pot, key in the drop, key to the top
Father, son, and holy ghost of rap – 3 in the 1
Seein' a gun, and usin' it, dog
Dope in at 6, coke in at 5, weed in at 4
Ice is for my niggas, but the heat is for y'all