[ Featuring Killa Tex ]
Say, lil homie, I'm from the south side
If you talk shit, you get your mouth wide
No braces, broken bones, and fractured jaw lines
Go through the wrong parts and you'll get hog tied
It's the wild, wild west
Hope you carry your Glock and a vest
And it's sad to say, some of the little homies that didn't pass away due to casualties
Unfortunately, hit by a stray, we still gotta deal with police brutality
And if he ain't they one, then don't let him know where you sleep
Cause jealousy and greed, that's all that people need
We not happy to see each other succeed
And you know, the ones that call themselves your partners will probably be the ones that end up in popular
Be at your funeral, passing out the tissue
Consoling your mama and sister like that nigga bitch you
And yeah, he with the shits too
Now tell me, how did we get down to this issue
It's quite simple
See, we the demise of our own fate
Can't understand why we can't eat up off the same plate
Just a little food for thought, I'll let it marinate
I understand now, we still got some of them slave traits
The cycle, we continue to recreate
It's time to rewrite one of history's biggest mistakes
Stepping over each other like crabs in a bucket
Turning our backs on each other for a bigger budget
Naw fam, let's go ahead and have the discussion
I think it's time
I've already pushed a few buttons
See, this is Tales from the Hood
And when I crossed the tracks, there were groups I understood
And this is live and direct
Where an action or a cut won't end the scene on the set
No motion picture or a big screen
But an action to a reaction can end in a murder scene
Cut!
