Human kind's past isn't a pretty one There's been wars and d**hs, it's all been done Then there's people who complain, pathetic motherf**ers who say- Need money to make money! But their eyes are blood shot, tears streaming You realised that there's no point in even dreaming All you can do is roll a joint And hope that's you're rapping is on point Your names not big yet..- it's nothing You take the cards you were dealt, try bluffing You need money to make money But you got none You think you can pull of a hit and just run? Well you wrong n***a! People doing life didn't cry when they got caught So when you get put away for a week you p**y white boy; You can know that ain't nobody gonna employ! You f**ed your life up! So don't try and back out cause for the rest of your existence you will be getting an*l f**ed! You get caught, and pull a gun While immortal technique is dancing with the devil
You realise you wanna be up on his level But you know that ain't gonna happen So you pull the trigger and unload the led You realise what you done so then and there you fled You see that the n***as dead And a posters up advertising your head Two million dollars is the price on you, but everyone f**ing knows that your gonna skip the queue They're gonna put you straight in with the bad boys You better hope that in the middle of the night you don't hear a noise cause if you do you're fu*kED. Them n***as are coming and they won't be true People die every day but your gonna feel a greater pain Your gonna wish you got hit by that f**ing train! At first your only intention was getting your family it's daily bread But then you just watched a man as he bled and bled You caused that sh**, you k**ed a n***a You wanted to rap but you're doing life instead