featuring Masta Killa U God

[La the Darkman]

Bear witness to the god young thugs don't live long

Life is a game of chess ( you play the pawn) knowledge I born

Walk a righteous path you can never go wrong

Yo east New York gon ?skin connectin me? this kid live next to me

Manifests ecstacy to specialize in treachery

Subliminal wanted to be nuttin but a criminal

Wit braids and doo-loo dropped out the eight grade

Tradin rocks, mad obsessed wit guns, was infected

Should of came amongst gods, could of been resurrected

He expected to live long, holdin the glock

Never opened up his lessons, never took us alive

Robbed a liquor store, the old man knew him since four

Still slapped him wit the toast, and son emptied the cash drawer

Watchin news flicks, what the kid did, gettin famous

Found the owner in the back of the store, left brainless

The stainless was found, in the sewer three blocks down

The DE's flashed his picture around the Polo Grounds

Kicked his grandmother door down, wit a search warrant

Hand cuffed him in his boxers, tipped off by an informer

He was sentenced to thirty-two, quite quality

Allah rules, he should of listened to his jewels

Chorus 2x

[La the Darkman and Masta Killa]

Young thugs don't live long

Life is a game of chess, and you playin a pawn

I be king, listen to the knowledge I born

Walk a righteous path, and you can never go wrong (word up)

[Masta Killa]

This be the dance of the drunken, niggas found slunken

Over the stand room and one to his head black

All those he drove his next destination of home

Suddenly sniped from civilization

Reality starts to set in, his last thoughts

Flashin b