[singer harmonizing]      [Cam'ron over singer]   Uhh, Killa, yo ..   You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth,   y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share   it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo ..      [Cam'ron]   I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up   Man, this shit'll get you choked up   I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up   Almost doped up, but had no guts   So I pimp all these hoe sluts   When they period come it get slow but so what?   I got big plans to blow up   I'ma love this year, but blood ain't here   We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class   to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash   Little cats, he would see our dreams   Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood y'all   (blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah   Now that he's not here I feel that it's not fair   Fuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads   Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz   "My man was a hell of a nigga," (?) wit the triggers   Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it   Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected   Death to (?), "logic" I said   Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed   Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead   This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead      [Chorus]   For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up   They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise   To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground   Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise      [Cam'ron]   Yo .. yo, I never had fights in rings   I just had fights for rings, ice and bling   I done spent nights in bings   Now I realized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thing   but how I get the right to sing?   And the streets be talkin like Donahue   Clowns, they belong on Comic View   that's why the feds onto you   When they form they assembly's   you stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis   Course everybody gotta war story (shit)   I swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn)   I'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories   Add a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (Killa!)   I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's   Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers   and I never said "I'ma player"   But I been down wit messy action   Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen   Ma kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit man   I'm scared of commitment   I'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen   Outside, workin and pitchin, work on the block   Even put the work on the glock   Work on the toilet, I'ma work-a-holic      [Chorus - 2X w/ Cam'ron adlibs]      [singer sings until fade]