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I walked in the crib 
Got two kids 
And my baby mamma late 
Uh oh uh oh uh oh 
And so I to did what I had to did 
Cuz I had the kid 
Duh oh duh oh duh oh 
Up all night, gettin' my money right 
until the blue and white's 
Po po po po po po 
Now the money comin' slow 
But at least a nigga know slow motion better then 
No No No 

You love to hear the story again and again 
About these young brothers from the City of Wind 
Like juice and gin in the city we blend 
Amongst the hustle Titties and skin 50's and rims 
Y'all know the Sprewell's and trucks with detail 
Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em 
Felt the southside venom with rawhides and denim 
Bent minds collide with 'em in a system that tries victims 
We livin' it my man in the fast lane pivotin' 
On the block yo they sellin' like Eminem 
On the block get jumped off like him and them 
On the block is hot you can feel it in your skinenen 
Shorties get the game with no instructions supersymbolin' 
Eyes right it seems like the fight is dimmin' 'em 
Come my man kuzzle like I'm kin' to him 
He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him 

I walked in the crib 
Got two kids 
And my baby mamma late 
Uh oh uh oh uh oh 
And so I to did what I had to did 
Cuz I had the kid 
Duh oh duh oh duh oh 
I'm up all night, gettin' my money right 
until the blue and white's 
Po po po po po po 
Now the money comin' slow 
But at least a nigga know slow motion better then 
No No No 

It's all good in the hood like 
Rags and Timbs 
Throwbacks and Timbs 
Blacks and Rims 
Whether on ball courts and tires of all sorts 
We never fall short 
With us, it's all force 
Like And 1's someway some hand guns 
The days the fam one is all over for 
Cash is colder than fobolobo 
But self I go toe to toe 
Wonderin' if it's for the art of for the dough 
Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go 
Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto 
Arrows on tarot cards pointing to the grind 
More livin in more prisons 
Pointing to my mind 
Shine the light up 
Clench my fist tight holdin' the right up 
Freedom fightin dark year for the years to get brighter 
Situations that jaws get tighter 
My man tried to get his way... 

I walked in the crib 
Got two kids 
And my baby mamma late 
Uh oh uh oh uh oh 
And so I had to did what I had to did 
Cuz I had the kid 
Duh oh duh oh duh oh 
Up all night, gettin' my money right 
until the blue and white's 
Po po po po po po 
Now the money comin' slow 
But at least a nigga know slow motion better then 
No No No 

Hey yo I, I know I could make it right 
If I could just swallow my pride 
But I can't run away 
You put my gun away 
You can't front on me 
I, no I can't let it ride 
No no not tonight 
No I can't run away 
You put my gun away 
You can't front on me