(Intro: Styles P)
This that shit, man
Make a decision, man
How the fuck you wanna live and just live that way (Ha, ha)

(Verse 1: Styles P, Havoc)
I come from a place where you gotta be live
Ain't nobody give a fuck about your positive vibes
Every week another hustler is shot up or died
Yeah, this shit is so depressing so I gotta get high
And I come from a place where it's on it's on
Couldn't get to you n***a then marry your mom
From the birthplace of Marley Mal, Nas, Simon
Crack was king, we was screaming peace to God
I come from a place where they raise him as wolves
If you fire at a man better aim at his tooth
If the lobby too hot put the 'caine on the roof
If you knew the struggle, n***a, put the pain in the booth
Come from a place no fucks is gave
Outta towners can't shine gotta tuck they chain
N***as'll never change cause they stuck in they ways
Play your part or get a permanent path in your waves

(Hook: Styles P, Havoc)
21 gun salute for n***as that deserve it
Thirty-six oz for my n***as that be serving
Twenty-five to L if they catch you for that murder
Always keep it a hundred that shit'll get you further
21 gun salute for n***as that deserve it
Thirty-six oz for my n***as that be serving
Twenty-five to L if they catch you for that murder
Always keep it a hundred that shit'll get you further
(Verse 2: Havoc, Styles P)
You know I kept it a thousand and fell on a hundred
When shit got crazy most didn't have the stomach
I was built for this shit, whipping work on the oven
N***as kill for this shit, you get it how you want it
Always keep it a hundred, ninety-nine's too short
And ninety-nine and half you still missing two fourths
Two eighths, two cords
Two guns by my side when I snooze off
And that's word to the Newports I just quit
From my barrel to your muffin you get the news quick
Stick to the script, boy, you getting hit
N***as get it lit, n***as get it lit
Twenty-one, thirty-six, twenty-five hundred
This ain't God math but you can multiple for me
Turn that L to a W get your I from it
Twenty-three that's my word, n***a, put your high on it

(Hook: Styles P, Havoc)
21 gun salute for n***as that deserve it
Thirty-six oz for my n***as that be serving
Twenty-five to L if they catch you for that murder
Always keep it a hundred that shit'll get you further
21 gun salute for n***as that deserve it
Thirty-six oz for my n***as that be serving
Twenty-five to L if they catch you for that murder
Always keep it a hundred that shit'll get you further (get you further, get youfurther, further)
21 gun salute for n***as that deserve it
Thirty-six oz for my n***as that be serving
Twenty-five to L if they catch you for that murder
Always keep it a hundred that shit'll get you further
21 gun salute for n***as that deserve it
Thirty-six oz for my n***as that be serving
Twenty-five to L if they catch you for that murder
Always keep it a hundred that shit'll get you further (get you further, get youfurther, further)