(lyrics are written by jason winfree)

Haystak:let me get a cigarette dawg (lighter flicks)
check check just let the beat ride for a minute ....cool quit fuckin with the drums boy come on now uhh...yeah what it is to trully go to war you know when two men say fuck it you know what im sayin shit'll get real serious


he made it through surgery they took him into intensive when they take him off the machine if he simple keeps on breathin he'll continue livin if not he's leavin you never thought you'd find such relief in the sound of that fuckin beepin thats while if you hear that beepin he's just sleepin his mama standin by his bed sayin please jesus could be your mama my mama shit any of us's mama's who gotta identify us before than can enbalm us we aint wearin armor bullets go through us like butter talkin turn to feudin now we shootin at each other we thought that was your window but it was your younger brothers how the fuck do you intend to explain to your mother

(Chrous)
You got people I got people you got kids I got kids you got beef I guess we beefin and thats just the way it is you got life insurance motherfucker well then so do I at least we know our children be took care of when we die you got people I got people you got kids I got kids you got beef I guess we beefin and thats the way it is you got lil homies motherfucker well then so do I at least we know our people still be ridin when we die

Its a shady game I've done seen some shady thangs invaded my homies house got killed infront of his babies man crazy days filled with gauges and AK's we all make the front page some day know what I'm sayin either cuffed or covered up the victim of the perpetrater my city cold like a big ol refridgerator on top of that you got these petty ass instagators cheerleading and they aint gettin paper they throw gas on the fire every chance they get like it just makes they lil bitch ass panties wet meanwhile STAK livin fed Stak gettin bread you bumpin your gums about me while STAK gettin head I aint studying that talkin but I do have limits and I'm sick of grown men who act like women when they snap my mugshot I throw that trademark grin every time I try to leave I get pulled back in

(Chrous)
you got people I got people you got kids I got kids you got beef I guess we beefin and thats just the way it is you got life insurance motherfucker well then so do I at least we know our children be took care of when we die you got people I got people you got kids I got kids you got beef I guess we beefin and thats the way it is you got lil homies motherfucker well then so do I at least we know our people still be ridin when we die

fully automatic wit it gotta motherfuckin problem well come and get it we can solve it like gentlemen work it out like G's AR-15's and M16's drive by shootings home invasions when we feudin aint nothin safe then get it off your chest fuck the fake shit dudes I rock wit aint nothin to fuck wit scandalous shit aint nothin you cant handle with bannana clips damn thats deep aint it though shells explodin over hoes pistol grips come out the windows motherfuckers scared like antelopes do you at home make holes in his ass big ol rounds like canilopes

(Chrous)
you got people I got people you got kids I got kids you got beef I guess we beefin and thats just the way it is you got life insurance motherfucker well then so do I at least we know our children be took care of when we die you got people I got people you got kids I got kids you got beef I guess we beefin and thats the way it is you got lil homies motherfucker well then so do I at least we know our people still be ridin when we die


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Thanks to (Nick) for correcting these lyrics. Oct 5, 2008