We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane I call lil' bro He said he ready for the stain What you claim? You a lame You ain't never put in pain So I be around some killers That go crazy for the gang