Any Second - Mozzy, Tsu Surf, C Glizzy

Risk it all 'fore I sit and watch you suffer

False accusation got them people on my bumper, yea

I read your work and couldn’t believe what I discovered

Cancer took her from me, hard to live without my mother

Ay, how it’s «fuck me» and I’m sposed to be your brother?

Still the uncle to your daughter, 'least my niecey know I love her

Gang culture, niggas dying over colors

That’s how the people see it, they look at us like we demons

Ferragamo slacks, button-up outta Neiman’s

I’m finna carry my dawg, I gotta bury my dawg

Heart-broken the day that I got the call

Don’t act like you slidin' now when you was never involved

The fonk was never resolved, still spunky

I could leave the hood for forever, they’ll still love me

I’m a child of it

Never divorced the trenches nor filed for it

He was just the driver but he the one that went down for it

They find a yeek in the foreign, who gon account for it?

He lost his bundle, I told him look in the couch for it

Count for me, every rubber band 10 bandicas

Canadians hit me, they want that candy girl in Canada

That’s long ways from mama being a manager at Micky D’s

Thumbing through this chicken nugget 50 piece

Somebody tell that nigga Ru I’m on this 50 East

I was high as shit and left the draky by his kitchen sink

Don’t let them trick you off the street, fuck what niggas think

Them 50 pointers ain’t big enough, need a different link

Ay why them bags ain’t movin' doggie, it’s been a week?

They won’t accept me nowhere else, it’s always been the P

I’m a child of Lena Usher and Miss Brenda P

Wit all the Mozzy chains together, mo' than 50 deep

Retaliation on my mom, won’t let a nigga sleep

A firm believer in karma, that’s why I keep a yeek

I just deleted all the leeches out my Rolodex

Uncle hit me feeling his necklace, he need a Rollie next

One of my dawgs lost his life playin' open chest

Men of color of kings, they never told us that

I know it’s facts

Lack of understanding is what hold us back

Mama say, «They throw stones at you, you better throw 'em back.»

Lil' overboard wit it cuz I did mo' den dat

I sent a sucka up to my brotha, I felt I owed him that

(?) millis was killas, but he ain’t want it back

I was one-handin' it, lotta artery damages

Ay my addiction malicious, it’s hard to manage it

That’s why I tell the youngins, «It's nothin' that you should tamper wit.»

Runnin' through this cannabis, thumbin' through all these bandages

Ham and cheese sandwiches, living with disadvantages

(?) state of mind in a bity that’s full of skandalous

Homicide on me, I’m scramblin', ain’t no panickin'

Ay never run from your problems nigga, go handle it

Ay speak of murder, them conversations are delicate

Ay shit be spooky when your closet full of skeletons

That’s word to Poochie: I’m platinum, I never tell 'em shit