*Sounds of a dice game in the projects*

What's the bet?
The bet's six yo, what y'all 'bout to stop?
I ain't playin` for pennies. What the fuck is this?
N*ggas ain`t got like that, boy. We all fucked up

Yeah…East New-York
This right here is dedicated to my son Dee R.O.K., R. I. P., Lil D
You know me, this is real people doing real things, man. Brooklyn
You know everybody out here struggling in this recession
We all fucked up, ain`t nobody got it

[Hook]

We all fucked up, everybody broke
N*ggas uptown over chargin' for the coke
The cable got cut off, rent is overdue
The gas and the light is about to go off too
We all fucked up, aks Obama
I can't even pay for a doctor for my momma
Two kids coming, and I ain't got a job
Crack ain't selling, so a n*gga gon' rob
We all fucked up

[Verse 1: Ra Diggs]
I don't know why they're frontin'
Ain`t nobody out here really making nothin'
Nobody`s selling records, n*ggas selling their cars
Heart and they jewelry, that shit is getting hard
Got the dope boys ready to go rob
Even got black n*ggas now fucking with the mob
If you ain`t a go-getter, then, n*gga, you gon' starve
N*ggas wear fake jewels, these bitches won`t starve
Super fly bum bitches try to hit the jackpot
N*ggas with a jump shot, or a good crack spot
Even got the [?] moving that crack rock
Crack head, catch you on a back block
Rob you for a laptop
N*gga's shit mad hot cos
Nobody is eating, over a lil bread
Best friend start beefing
Then they start reachin'
Grabbin` for the heatin'
All this because the economy needs heatin'

[Hook]

We all fucked up, everybody broke
N*ggas uptown over chargin' for the coke
The cable got cut off, rent is overdue
The gas and the light is about to go off too
We all fucked up, aks Obama
I can't even pay for a doctor for my momma
Two kids coming, and I ain't got a job
Crack ain't selling, so a n*gga gon' rob
We all fucked up
[Verse: Uncle Murda]

I ain't like them other rappers that rap in a booth
Actin' like it's all good, I'ma give you the truth

[Female Interlude]

Murda, what the fuck is you doing, looking for some milk when we ain't got no milk in the crib. Go sell some crack. You ain't doin' shit. What's good? Sell some weed, do something! We ain't got no bread, we ain't got nun in this fuckin' crib. I'm tired of fucking talkin' to you `bout this shit

What you know about baby momma being on your back?
Telling you to go rob somebody and go sell crack
'Cos your kids need clothes, school start in a week
And your refrigerator empty, ain't nothing to eat
Shit, the recession got the streets looking dry
N*ggas selling weed, 'cos that coke price is too high
Lame n*ggas robbing n*ggas, thinking they caught a break
Go to the pawnshop, find out the jewels fake
The holidays coming up, n*ggas doing bad
Your kids hate you, they wish you wasn't their dad
Ain't get 'em nothin' for Christmas, you should be ashamed
They walk around like “man, my daddy a lame”
It's hard out here for a G
They don't wanna hear that, they want that Playstation 3

[Hook]
We all fucked up, everybody broke
N*ggas uptown over chargin' for the coke
The cable got cut off, rent is overdue
The gas and the light is about to go off too
We all fucked up, aks Obama
I can't even pay for a doctor for my momma
Two kids coming, and I ain't got a job
Crack ain't selling, so a n*gga gon' rob
We all fucked up

[Verse: Ra Diggs]

It ain't no joke, we got church n*ggas, that turn into cutthroats
You can catch the baddest chick in the hood, in back of the strip club With a lame n*gga, with enough to get his dick sucked
Strong arm n*ggas move around with the pimp cup
Little n*ggas is shootin', soon as they can inch up
Politicians takin' money, lawyers tryna bleed a n*gga
For a couple dollars, they manipulate procedures for you
Shit don`t matter if his school was prestigious
Right now n*ggas would take cross off of Jesus
Homes get foreclosed, cars get repossessed
Now he hold heat, 'cos he stressed
He got his baby mama beefin'
His man in the can
His lil daughter sick, and she ain't got a healthplan
Convicted felon so a n*gga in a jail
Frustration can make him kill a man
I can understand!

[Hook]

We all fucked up, everybody broke
N*ggas uptown over chargin' for the coke
The cable got cut off, rent is overdue
The gas and the light is about to go off too
We all fucked up, aks Obama
I can't even pay for a doctor for my momma
Two kids coming, and I ain't got a job
Crack ain't selling, so a n*gga gon' rob
We all fucked up

[Uncle Murda]

You heard man
We ain't frontin' like the rest of these rap n*ggas actin like it's all good
That rap shit is smoking mirrors, man
Shit fucked up out here n*gga
Ask Obama, man
N*ggas is starvin'
You gotta work to get wealthfare money, n*gga
Fuck
Shout out to my jailed n*ggas of Attica Clan, all over, n*gga