Yeah A we gone do this up son   Yo we from Hempstead as close to the shacks as Parkside      Chorus:      My whole team is out for the gusto   Internally blood drip through ya body slow   We on the go but yo time is still limited   Unlimited type style and we be rippin shit   My whole team is out for the gusto   Internally blood drip through ya body slow   We on the go but yo time is still limited   Unlimited type style      A+:      Welcome to the PSG I represent   The littlest in the crew but first one to get up in em   I straight up skin em like wolves    I wish you would have been    Fakin jack and get ya whole hood hit   But it's all good    We do the things y'all wish y'all could   And play the bat yo and watch the brothas bark like wood   So knock on it   Go head you want it   Nobody want it    You turned in for it pulled nine stingers like a brown hornet   While y'all was droppin I was underground shadowboxin   Layin low puttin final touches on the flow   So here we go, tryin to snatch that dough   Got niggaz breakin camp like Dre from Death Row   From the streets to the jail, I represent well   Touch a nigga like brail, jacks are hotter than the third rail   Scale to tip in my favor, the livest save    Grade up in the U.S. now let’s get this paper      Chorus:      Prodigy:      I'm yawnin while I wake up to the early morning gun-fire   Another day another scar to acquire   Jumped out my bed tried to break my alarm   Took a shower and then I strapped on my firearm   Grab my Pelle Pelle cuz I wanna look fly when I die   But it ain't my turn to say goodbye   How do I know? Some people call it instincts   I like to call it my luck who gives a fuck   I’m stuck, in this environment can't depart from it   And if I try I always end up back where I started    Plan A square one there's no escapin   So I pun and realize my too   I'm tryin to live a full life before my time is through   Clock's tickin, so I don't got no time for you   As I head outside amongst the rest of the animals   Where I feel relaxed and safe and I can stand it   (To all my kiko's)   It's sort of like a family brawl   We gather up all the soldiers and form into a invincible   Swarm of kids, now it's on again   Drinkin straight from the bottle warm gin drippin down my chin   For the crippled children you can't win    Against 25 niggaz bent up with mac-10's   Semi-automatic, fully addicted crime addict   So long as there's cash involved I gotta have it   There's many different levels of the criminal mind   Either you're in it for the gusto or I’m wastin your time      Chorus:      A+:      Now is you ready for men, cuz they your peeps that you saw   You probably heard about me and my crew doin what we do   For my nigga True and Smif-n-Wessun   Cuz I be wreckin mic-checkin fools that come around second-guessin   I sparks in the dark like stars in the sky   Spiritually, lyrically, since knee-high   The cradle, I represent my peoples and my label   Cause when you take a ride through Parkside it's fatal   What's my time to shine my design you can't define   It only takes a line and a rhyme to blow that mind    To have you buggin, niggaz got they tapes dubbin   Where ain't no line for me to kick a rhyme pushin and shovin   Now it's over, walkin like a soldier I told ya   Shorty droppin bombs and shit, like Oklahoma   Kinda soul, comin wit that bomb for sure    Run for shelter little brotha when it rain it pour      Chorus:       Prodigy:      First of all the foundation   Money is the root of all evil   The cream'll have you shittin on your people   Livin like lotto, everything is everything   Ain't nothing change but the clothes that my money bring   I'm makin figures that I never thought possible   You try to slow me down you'll find yourself in the hospital   My crew got the army in techses   And them Acuras that made you get your cap peeled backwards   For years, I've been tryin to blow for years   Gettin bent off Moet spend a G on beers   Livin life to the fullest, my story ends wit a bullet   To the chrome-oil drop to the bottom of the pot   My invincible crew will never stop   If you're lookin, you can find me risin to the top   I'm a classic approach my level and get your ass kicked   Floatin in a river wit yo body rapped in plastic   I'm tryin to make a half a million triple in size   Before my eyes, another part of my team dies   I can still hear his voice while he up in the sky   While the rest still livin steady tellin me lies   It's like a bad dream, and I can't wake up   But at the same time I love it and I can't give it up      Chorus: