Slow Pain - Pick Your Game Up lyrics

[Slow Pain (Diamonique in background)] Here's a story (What's going on) Of an O.G Speaking on my hood (Oh) For the very first time (What's going on) Now, I never intended on recording this song That is Until the day (What's going on) When a good homie of mine happened to thumb through my notebook He said, "Slow You gotta do somethin' with these lyrics (Tell me what's going on) People wanna hear about it, homie" [Slow Pain] (Verse 1) I see the sun don't shine in the hood anymore d**h fill the streets, police chalk on the floor Uno eighty-seven's headline on that news Cops puttin' free dope On the street for some clues (f**in' punks) Puppet caught a case, fifteen in the pen Flacos rollin' hard in the '06 pen Sleepy got weak, God, he k**ed his old lady Shotgirl, seventeen Goin' on a third eighty Bouncers callin' shots with the needle in his vein Lil' Lazy got a jacket, put a hole in his brain Trigger got five from his part time job Robbed the corner liquor store and got shot for a score Now he's in a wheelchair Handcuffed to the floor Hatin' life And beating on his wife The hood's all f**ed up, time's gettin' dirty So I sleep with my dawg (You know) A chrome thirty thirty [Chorus: Slow Pain] The hood's all f**ed up Pick your game up Blame yourself Homie, clean your name up The hood's all f**ed up Pick your game up Blame yourself Homie, clean your name up [Chorus] (Verse 2) Education for my people, I wanna clean up the streets (Streets) Rollin' dice with my life To be an O.G Taking chances with my music Crossin' the line Speakin' my mind 'Bout to f** in county line Haters speakin' on mine Like they livin' in my brain (f**in' punks) It's funny how so many be Hating Slow Pain Mossy from the gang, still tellin' on the homies Settin' up the homies Sleepin' with the homies (Biotch) He a doin' the homies dirty, gettin' high but she sick H.I.V Scandalous a** chick Slam dunkin' like LaBrawn James (Whoo) Pushin' darker veins Got the little homies throwin' trains (Ha ha ha) Steal his sh** from the malls To pay the dope man Stolen TVs and DVDs To (???) van What a waste of a precious life How could she ever be a wife When a old man's locked up, doin' life [Chorus] Twice [Diamonique] What's going on Tell me what's going on [Verse 3: Slow Pain] Money don't make you a motherf**ing man Your name don't make you a real Mexican (Chale) The hood don't make you a k**er or a soldier The dice in your hand don't make you a roller Joker, he a joke like a Ben hundred spokes (f**in' punk) Sleeping with his crying baby momma on the low Bugsy doin' time, not knowin' what's goin' on (What's goin' on, homie?) But when he paroled, Joker's a** is gone Homies k**in' homies on some straight bullsh** (Bullsh**) Another homie gone Another sad song Somethin' wrong in the hood I could feel it in the air In you, punk a** b**h If your a** don't care Little kids all freaked out Losing they mind, I know Everyone sees it, homie, stop actin' blind (Stop that sh**) I been speakin' my mind k** me with that A.K The hood's all f**ed up, that's all I gotta say (What) [Chorus] Twice [Slow Pain] The hood's all f**ed up