[Bad Azz] We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin The stock market crashed, they watchin my black ass You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices The key to the future, the devil he wanna shoot ya Fuck em they call us niggs I'm tryin to make a livin Do some touchin, you know I'm pretty good with the bustin Trustin nothin you can buy if your money in discretion We'll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion We the gang, we mash and blast and maintain Still the same, just fuckin wit a brand new thang Bang, bang, take that, nigga 'fore we skirt out Aint gotta say shit already put the word out Ya heard how the thang goes down around us We playas, so haters can't clown around us On point, big fat blunts and joints And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a fuck About you livin let alone you livin it up Niggas is stuck, I'm tryin to keep my head above water Not stressed about dyin for a quarter in a shorter My time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the Heartless hood, it's all good CHORUS: Snoop Dogg You's a nigga when you born, a nigga when you dyin Nigga quit lyin you's a nigga for life You's a nigga when you ridin, a nigga when you sidin Nigga quit tryin you's a nigga for life You can paint your face and change your nose and buy new clothes But you know what... You cant change who the fuck you are You's a motherfucking nigga for life [Goldie Loc] It's all sowed up, in the LBC Bitches breakin bread when they see the lil ass gee I keeps my finga on the trigga cuz I'm down for this bangin shit Quick to do it for the cause bitch I smash for my dogs So don't get close to my nine Cuz if you do you in store to see your nigga do the crime Sirens goin off, niggas bowin down Now you know about to rip gut fools ready to clown Nigga fuck you bitches, and you hoes and you sluts You tricks don't know what the fuck's up On the eastside we ride, nigga 24 / 9 Tryin to keep my hands on somethin nigga at all times Ready for war now that my pockets got bigger You other fools die when I ride for my niggas Cuss, bust, and fuss and kick up dust What you laughin at nigga don't get your bitch ass rushed CHORUS [Tray Deee] As a child I was wild as fuck, and down to dump And kept a sawed off brown to pump And my reputation never takin time to thank Role models, holdin bottles, as we ride and drink Livin right and plottin how to come up off the bottom Black stockings in our pockets and I pocket profits Fuck a school, I tuck a tool and start steppin First lesson, aint no question, you gotta have protection Sheets on the streets showin niggas defeats