It’s fa sho fa sho
Some o’ y’all need ta slow ya roll
Walkin one way to a dead end
And the rules don’t bend

[Sevin]
Sit back and listen to the words of the weathered
Perform to this storm and I swarm with birds of a feather
How much longer until your zone gets lit?
How many shots can you dodge till your dome gets split?
Think about it – every action brings a consequence
The grave has a way of swallowin' your confidence
Your heart’s always a little bigger inside your vest
Every man is hardcore till he dies a slow death
Yes I suggest that you chill young hog
Life has a potential to get ill young hog
Ugh, and when the beef is in your grill young hog
What you gone turn to? Instead you’re still young hog
You sacrifice your freedom for the next man’s game
But death is a hex that your vest can’t tame
Ain’t no escapin' that 6 foot-drop
Betta receive the messiah and submit yo spot
Satan’s got it locked somethin strange in this world
Got us thinkin “Ain’t no need for change in this world”
Yet I’m seein souls get hanged in this world
So much pain in this world, you smooth to get slain in this world
Street passion, got the heat blastin, so far out ya mind ya relapsin'
Ain’t no second chances in the eyes of a thug
He surrendered his blood, through his generous love
So what?

Chorus:
It’s fa sho fa sho
Some o’ y’all need ta slow ya roll
Walkin one way to a dead end
And the rules don’t bend

[Carlo$ Ro$$-e]
It’s stone cold
It’s livin in the ghetto
Just the penalties
Surrounded like a body cast
Wickedness encouraged me
Animosity causes tragedy
But costly, John 3:16 proves my father never lost me
Dropped the cage on this animal that filled me with lead
Got a cut above my eye from me and evil clashin' heads
Code red
No proposition as the enemy fled
I turned the other cheek as my ink collided with lead
And its fa sho some o’ y’all need ta slow ya roll
I know the 5 plus 4 got you scared to let it go
But whoa
There’s another way to a better day
When I fell away I had ta pay
On the streets I lay
Nowhere to stay molded like some clay
For today it ain’t about the papa play
Feel it in my heart from Sac back to The Bay
I puts it down- leavin Midwest
Style up in the West Coast
My intention – dismissin quicker submission for those that sleep on us
The rules don’t bend, when you cross the game like a chessboard
The Lord holds me down at the point of the ball beneath the floorboard
Import an Escort, when I quote unda oath
What I just said is done and that’s fa sho fa sho
Ugh

Chorus:
It’s fa sho fa sho
Some o’ y’all need ta slow ya roll
Walkin one way to a dead end
And the rules don’t bend

[Sevin}
Welcome to my nightmare
Scraps from the heart
Pumpin unison
The sickness is the quickest
The shooter's gun is considered the truest one
What’s so bad about cowards with nothin to lose
Bustin tools with other fools tradin light for some shoes
I suggest you check my history
Cuz ever since he Christened me
Me and my infantry
Have cracked the walls of sinistry
From Sac-town to Sicily
What a cold day it will be when I let temptation chisel me
I put this on the ministry
Can’t nobody minus me
Demons get crushed violently
Your highness be the finest G in this rap dynasty
Learnin G the furnace be earnestly concernin me
Serpents be surfacin
Money won’t determine me cuz currency won’t purchase yo eternity
Last days be holdin' that street court
When they cut the speech short
Then they resort to let the heat torch
Then they deport, report to they resort
Life’s a game till ya lose ya own homeboy
Now I’m in a whole different zone homeboy
It’s a hard lesson to learn
So firm
For lack of a better term – you slip non-concerned and get burned

Chorus:
It’s fa sho fa sho
Some o’ y’all need ta slow ya roll
Walkin one way to a dead end
And the rules don’t bend