VERSE 1 Mr. Cheeks

this be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop

we lost 2 ill niggaz B.I.G and 2pac

this goes to all of us so peep the session from your nigga

you can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga

see you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall

your life is how you living kid just give it your all

we strive to be the best that's what they taught us in the rhyme

smoking weed and getting bent we've all been through hard times

much respect to your hood love is love that's all good

the plan's to make you niggaz understand, understood

yo here's the deal for real you can't get killed from entertaining

but that's all we know cause from the street we got the training

CHORUS

this be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours

how hard is this to explain when it rains kid it pours

instead of bringing ?crime ills? and senseless wars

you niggaz need to expand, buy land, open stores

you talk of revolution but you're very much afraid

take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid

direct it to the world because we all need peace

we all livin in the belly of the beast

VERSE 2 - Mr. Cheeks

yo, now many lives are lost still to this day we ask the reason

all the suffering we've been through niggaz still is into squeezing

mom dukes on welfare ghetto love no more we share

you rising to the top but then get hit from the rear

one night up in the hood I found my own self thumpin

cause niggaz out there they felt that I owed them something

talk behind my back they don't attack that don't offend me

a 13-year old could just up, and end me

if he wanted to, blunted with the brew in his hand

now