3-2  
 Mama put me out at only fourteen  
 So I start sellin crack cocaine and codeine  
 Time to stack some paper think I'm a do it quick  
 Thinkin I'm a juvenile but they dont know who they messin wit, yeah  
 My mama's only son  
 But I live everyday like its my muthafuckin last one  
 Every nigga and they mama askin why  
 But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'm a die  
 But if I die or should I say if I go  
 Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go  
 Cause tomorrow aint promised to me  
 The only thing promised to a playa is the penetentiary  
 So I'm a take care of my business on the smooth tip  
 Watch my back sellin crack and pack two clips  
 When ya think about that you say "it'll be on"  
 Its a trip youre here today but the next day youre gone  
  
 One day youre here, baby  
 But then youre gone (repeat)  
  
 Bun B  
 This world we livin in man it aint nuthin but drama  
 Everyone wanna harm ya in New york niggas gettin shot fo bombers  
 Now they got yo life in the former they in like California  
 Niggas who roll that hydroponic-marijuana  
 Gangbangin got the ghetto hotter than a sauna  
 Back in Orange my nigga Pop died on the corner  
 Behind a funky-ass dice game  
 I saw once before he died wished it was twice mayn  
 I remember bein eight deep off in Chucky crib  
 Lettin us act bad not givin a fuck what we did  
 When we lost him I knew the world was comin to the end  
 And I had to quit lettin that devil push me to a sin  
 My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten  
 But now it looks like when he come out man I'm goin in  
 So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fuckin zone  
 Cause one day you here but the next day you gone  
  
 One day you here baby  
 But then youre gone (repeat)  
  
 Pimp C  


 I'm up early cuz aint enough light in the daytime  
 Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line  
 Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes  
 Ak loader as I get swallowed under city lights  
 Niggas be lookin shife so I look shife back  
 Cant show no weakness in these streets you'll get yo life jacked  
 Mayn its a trip where i stay especially for me  
 This bitches tryin to lock me up for the whole century  
 They gave my boy down in Florida Dante 19  
 I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean  
 My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I aint no liar  
 My man RoRo jus lost his baby in a house fire  
 And then when I got on my knees that night to pray  
 I asked God why he let these killas live and take my homeboy's son away  
 Man if you got kids show em you love em cuz God jus might call em home  
 Cuz one day you here but baby the next day you gone