Flipside

Here's the situation for brothers in the ghetto

Livin' in the projects it's hard to get ahead

So what you gotta do is be down with each other

Other fools tryin' to trip, can't trip on each other

Like a lobster in his bucket, you try to escape

You steal, you kill, you rob, you take

Clownin' on your brothers' back, one thing is a fact

They're gonna be sure to push ya back in the pack

You wanna do a lick 'cause you short, you float

If you had to blast will you pop or will you tote?

187 on the head, you killed a man

You're all fired up, so you feel you in command

Try to be the baddest in the crew

Why trip on a brother that's down with you?

And now I understand why you could do so

'Cause you probably wasn't down from the get go

Some people they got homeboys like I do

Like Stevie, Jay, Rock and the rest of the crew

Yo, we chill with each other and we kill with another

And we never ever keep anything undercover

'Cause if we do, we have to keep it in a circle

You're soft as a nerd, so don't be trippin' on the turf, yo

This is what they say, "Cause he was with us on that day

First he was chillin' with his nine and A.K."

The cold thing about it, we didn't see it comin'

It's cold stunnin' first we were hangin', now it's cold gunnin'

What happened to the do-or-die situation

Was it a complication or the conversation?

In the midst with a mixed personality

Po-po brutality, flip side mentality

To make you the weak link in your crew

You're trippin' off yourself, you wanted all the juice

You can't faze me, 'cause I live my lifestyle crazy

Boys in the hood wonder why I got lazy

'Cause no respect and no money don't mix

I like havin' kicks, so I hustle on the rich

I bought a gat from a neighborhood street thug

A .44 mag full of .44 slugs

Now it's time for robbin' ******' hoes

Kickin' in do's, and leavin' prints on .44s

Confused is the way I live

It's my prerogative, 'cause I don't want to give

To the people, 'cause I was treated like a sequel

Never treated equal, now I live illegal

Doin' the things that you shouldn't do

But you didn't know what I had to go through

Like trippin' on the homeboys in my crew

I wanted all the juice

Brothers in this world it's so hard to be good

To live life like it's legal and work like you should

First it seem right, until one night

It don't seem right, you don't see the light

Start feelin' like the whole world dissed you

Pop a big gun, and doin' self-defense too

See, that's the prob', you learn how to rob

Take it back to back, as if it was a job

Teach your boys the game, the game is what it's like

But that'll move the crew, and somethin' ain't right

Your boys ain't with you, your boys wanna fight

Bustin' all the bones, you try to get a stripe

Front on everybody 'cause you're headstrong

What you're doin' ain't right, it's dead wrong

Flip-flip-flip it on the flip side

You done flipped up, committed suicide

Juice is a five-letter word of corruption

From town to town it can start an explosion

So what we gotta do is play like a lemon

Squeeze out the juice and peace among men and women

'Cause envy and jealous' can ruin' the land

But brothers tryin' to play God, and they job

Is keepin' the world in their hands

But that's a mission that's impossible

It'll only end up being a lotta people in the hospital

Brothers killin' and killin', hurtin' feelings, that's illin'

To be on top they was willin' but they ain't nothin' but illin'

Attitude that's rude, be cool instead

Because the black guys are in jail, or either they're dead

Your grave site is waitin' for you

Because you don't think about the things that you do

All the screws in your head must be loose

Because you did ill to kill you wanted all the juice