My Diary (feat. Denise Weeks)

Yeah, we try all corners

Old folks try to warn us

The cops try to swarm us

Blocks hots like saunas

Well fuck it, I'ma risk it

Got a blunt ****, twist it

I'ma get drunk with my biscuit

5-cent cup, take a sip kid

I'm a product of the p-jects

My teachers alway told me

That I'll prolly be a reject

I came up by my lonely, now

I'm a product of that B-set

Two-twelvin' wit' my homie

He caught a homie off that d-wreck

He said it had him zonin'

Left the body in buildin' three steps

The projects now on fire, everywhere you see

The detects

His high is comin' down 'cause now he's

Nervous, smokin' bogeys

And now he findin' out that fuckin' murder

Was his Cody

And this the shit that happens

All too often up in Harlem

No shit, you smell a rat

You better off him, what's the problem?

In this business sellin' crack, we cook

That raw shit up to hard shit

And tell my fellas that

And to my coffin', steady mobbin'

To my coffin', steady mobbin'

Take a look into my eyes, and you'll see

All the pain the ghetto brings

Take a journey through my soul

Let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down, I'm livin' life fast

See, they don't never wanna ride with me

I know it ain't right, but this is my life

It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

Now, we ran reckless, no grown-ups to guide us

So what's up man, what you expect?

I've grown up to violence

I had my eye up on the pushers

The ones that stayed fly

Fiends got high off the suga'

You know that ain't right

That sweet 'caine, some got buried

To the street game

My **** only worries 'bout the jury

And the street fame

And what the bitches thought of us

It's all about the money?  Well, shit

I'll cop some Porsche or truck

Remember, I was  hungry

I was whippin' in the Corsica

Hoopty mutherfucker, hoppin' the double-fours

My pants droopy, mutherfucker

And pardon my grandma

My nana died '95

So, I done left my heart wit' my grandma

I head outside and play the park

With a hammer

And I'm watchin' for the narcs

They movin' cars with antennas

Thug and respect for all my goons behind bars

In the slammers

And my G's on Rikers, to all my three-time lifers

Take a look into my eyes, and you'll see

All the pain the ghetto brings

Take a journey through my soul

Let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down, I'm livin' life fast

See, they don't never wanna ride with me

I know it ain't right, but this is my life

It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

This is my life

We die young, 'cause we're livin' fast

So, I'ma let you read my diary

So, I'ma let you read my diary

Mmm

This is my life

We die young, 'cause we're livin' fast

So, I'ma let you read my diary

So, I'ma let you read my diary

Mmm

Now let's ride, to where?

To Harlem, the west side

I'll show you blocks of murals, dawg

Where some of the best died (Like who?)

Like Porter an' them

I hear po' put the order on him

Now that's more than a friend

But, he snitched of course

Now let's talk about Fritz, the boss

He got rich off snort

They said five hundred bricks was brought

So in hind sight, its a shorty

Couldn't get the gist of the thought

Thought if you grind right with the snorpy

A whip could be brought

Now think about po-9, if it caught me

How I'd get you in court

But now the feds, they still tailin' me

D.A. think he nailin' me

I had to turn in the goons

Come and post the bail for me

Still in the Byrd Gang myself

You say Byrd Gang is wealth

And all the liquor stores, man

The syzzurp on the shelf

I rose from the dump you see

Now it's Dip Set, Byrd Gang, we own the company

Take a look into my eyes, and you'll see

All the pain the ghetto brings

Take a journey through my soul

Let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down, I'm livin' life fast

See, they don't never wanna ride with me

I know it ain't right, but this is my life

It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

This is my life

We die young, 'cause we're livin' fast

So, I'ma let you read my diary

So, I'ma let you read my diary

Mmm

This is my life

We die young, 'cause we're livin' fast

So, I'ma let you read my diary

So, I'ma let you read my diary