(Jay-z)   O, O, O, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks      (Omilio Sparks)   Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song   Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over   Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song   Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga      (Omilio Sparks)   I come from scrambling and gambling men   Starving stomach touching I hustle with the hand of hand men   But the ambition got the tables turning   Cuz now I coach coke up for the post   I let seven go like Chicago did Tony Kukoc   Let them falls revolve through a ski coat   Keep in mind this nigga ain't got no dough   Committed crime and all he did was switch coke   And that's gangsta   In the hood that I know 4 niggas at least 7 dead   And 3 injured and that's danger   Enough to put the cops under pressure   That's why we never listen to mami's lectures   The techs the only thing that can protect ya   That's why we scream fuck these coppers   And tote gats big enough that as soon as they poppin   Have you screaming louder then the opera   Now roam through the streets of Philly    With a nigga so you can understand a lil betta      (Omilio Sparks)   Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song   Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over   Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song   Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga      (Oschino Vasquez)   Yo my song is like Louis Armstrong's but instead of blowing the flute   I was blowing glocks of the roof   I've seen a lot of my friends in a box in a suit   It happens so often you don't get a chance to regroup   My life is like a song and I'm singing this sad ballad   Wearing that same weared sweater like Fat Albert   One thing about O you can't call him a snitch   Been shot nine times and never approached the bench   Remember us struggling like it was just yesterday   Matter of fact it was yesterday   Welcome to the ghetto this close to a hearse   At a funeral the first time I went in a church   But I pray to Allah to panewat the aisle   I can't crack down man I got to be a fighter   The song don't change cuz we signed to a lable   We still caught bad breaks like Hardaway ankles      (Omilio Sparks)   Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song   Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over   Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song   Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga      (Omilio Sparks)   Yo now Jeremiah stay madder then a muthafucka   Till he had 40 money champagne wishes   Argues on corners with hood rat bitches   Looking at what he had for role models bunch a alcoholics and junkies   Riding in 77 caddies smoking on Woollies tote on long rusty revolvers   Sticking up young workers for they packages   Like fuck coppers cuz basically the Rolling Stones be homeless   So when the cops catch us they don't run from em    They figure three hots in the cops it'll be alright with em   Plus niggas they ain't seen in a while they be uniting there   Making home made wine shooting the breeze   Smoking squares at the chi chis    Self-made whackers razorblades tape and toothbrushes   Life is school to the new comers   Shit the closest they come to the bricks   Is dialling gunya books   Life's a bitch in the beginning       (Omilio Sparks)   Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song   Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over   Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song   Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga