Yo yo Gu-rizzi, yo
  Yo whassup son?
  Yo man, youknowhatImean? I need this money man
  Get up out in these, in these streets man
  Yo, so what's the deal God?
  I'm sayin, what you need though?
  Yo let me have like, two or three, three G's man
  I'm sayin, I'm sayin son man
  You know what happened last time though
  I gotta do what I gotta do man, I gotta eat man
  Whassup man? Oh your baby momma stressin you? ...
  
  Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crew
  Only a few percent knew what me and you went through
  We've been sent to dominate, these corny come-lates
  and set this crooked rap shit straight from Crenshaw to Castlegate
  Like Pete and CL, I reminisce over days
  from the streets of Boston to New York and all the ways
  for certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid
  But my praise goes to the most high
  Cause some nights I got so wild yo, I almost died
  Some stuff I got into, really scarred my mental
  Pops wasn't tryin to hear it, cause of what he been through
  Still, like my nigga Havoc said, sometimes you gotta
  hit your crew off, so they can make some bread
  Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin cheddar
  And things in this world are more fucked up than ever
  So let's make this bond to keep this hip-hop strong
  You a man Baby Pop you know right from wrong
  So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too
  That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you...
  
  You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked
  Doin your thing, sewin shit up on the block
  You need to stop, fore you get caught again
  or you get shot and I lose another friend
  
  "Any man with the plan is precise with his life"
  
  "Think twice"
  
  My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze
  For a nigga like me, most time that shit's bad news
  It's like lightin a fuse whether it's sneakers or shoes
  cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud
  It's like Set-tin It Off but not the movie
  Plus let's get some real women forget floozies and the groupies
  Cause they spell mad problems from Watts to Harlem
  And the bullshit won't stop long as the world's revolvin
  And I recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout
  But they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out
  And they was seein if I wanted to come bubble with them
  And make my ends triple and double with them
  And get in trouble with them, now memories of them
  I wear em in my heart like a emblem
  I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin dope coke or dust
  It's killin us, let's take our people and make a exodus
  Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs
  or extermination, by the use of dirty guns
  Triple beam dreams and drug schemes of mad cream
  could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme
  
  "Any man with the plan is precise with his life"
  
  "Think twice"
  
  "My advice is to you..."