we dont do much//jus sit arond and blunted all day//runnin the streets like its a high school hallway//never startin trouble but always into-it//anything you can think of me and my niggaz been-thru-it//jus chillin at crib//laughin and foolin//plottin on a nigga//discussin how we gon do-it//i can get out the hood//but its in me fa sheezy//and imma always have my niggaz wit me//cuz they need me