This is for all the 'Wannabez'

Cats, today thinkin they run the streets coz they listenin to 2 pac,
Walkin the streets wearin blue bandannas when they aint a crip, now that shit is wack,
One day these little doggs will all begin to realise,
Why the hate for them all began to maximise
And why they never made loud records enterprise,
better start to be wise,
Or very soon you will meet yo demise,
Walkin the streets, sayin, "yeah I do dope,"
Keepin up this shit boy, you aint got a hope
Coz you will constantly be reminded that you just another wannabe,
When a young dogg cops a shot, maybe they will start to see,
Yo can't fake it in this world, this shits a danger,
You be Busted in the head by the fake emcee ranger,
Don't try to start shit coz yo head will become stranger,

Smacked up, poles and bullets to yo head,
Get outta this shit before you left layin dead,
One day you gonna run into a blood wearin red,
He gonna beat yo ass, while u screamin, "I aint Crip!"
Soon yo can't talk coz u aint got no bottom lip,
Yo can't fake it in this game, coz u will find yoself in shit,
Just leave it to the pros who really know how to spit,
Sometimes fear can be a god sent blessin,
Coz I'd rather teach myself than have a "real" gangsta teach me a lesson,
Gotta lose the attitude don't think yo the king,
coz really, yo just a playa, with the brains of a chicken wing,
When yo funeral rolls in there aint gonna no-one there to sing,
Coz you ditched yo whole fam, when u was playin a gangsta,
And 50 cent be sayin, you a damn fooled "wanksta,"
Quit playin this act in life, better to stick to the script,
When a nigga finds out u lyin bout the blue, yo ass will get 'crippt,'
Held down, beat up, head blown, lips sewn,
Don't mess with the streets nigga, it just aint worth it,
You've had yo time to think yo were tough, now its time to be smart and quit, kid,
Grab yo bags and pack up tha gangsta act,
And Go back to yo home before your head get cracked.