Uh, yea, uh Niggas don’t have a clue what I been through my whole damn life Oh, noo! You damn right So you can’t judge me Though my heart’s ugly It’s hard to love me Niggas don’t have a clue of da view that I see from my two story Drug sales and murders on a daily, nigga true story Cry Nation motherfuckers, straight outta Kingston If you a playa in this game, you know you lose some and win some Coming up I was cool kid Always bout da hustle, never did what them fools did Da type of nigga to ride, spraying bullets in dude’s crib If it’s been you can call I’ll be there with my strap ready for war I was nine on da grind, hanging out wit da OG’s They taught me how to load Glocks and showed me how to roll weed Terry was a soldier, like it or not Lived in Canada, got deported, came right back on da block Planting weed and watching for cops Told me one day I'm gon rise to da top He said nigga you hot I cried when my nigga died Scream ya name on my records so ya life be immortalized Two Bently, tow Range, look what I bought da guys Queens, New York be my home now, still I love da River Scream Cry Nation, shed blood for niggas 'Cause I love my niggas Lifestyle be da name, 8 7 6 be da clique, wassup my niggas Niggas don’t have a clue what I been through my whole damn life Oh, noo! You damn right So you can’t judge me Though my heart’s ugly It’s hard to love me Niggas don’t have a clue of da view that I see from my two story Drug sales and murders on a daily, nigga true story Cry Nation motherfucker, now I'm Queens bound Can I turn a gram to a key now Niggas shoot, I shoot, reload, now I got sixteen rounds We’re holding da streets down Flushing Queens got me up on things Chrome wit beam tucked in jeans Don’t scheme on my fucking team Heard hood stories bout Preme stacking greens I'm nineteen, looking for something Em bitches don’t give pussy for nothing If I could get em new Nikies for Christmas, nigga I'm stunting When they ask where you from, we tell em gun bussing Flushing Full circle, ask Playa bout his time in da projects Straight out da mud, now shining is a habit If it’s cheese, I gotta have it Word to my nigga Raw, June Da Goon My whole clique gorillas, ya whole crew baboons Send my love to da River, the next time that you see me Probably on ya TV Or on a CD Or on a shirt, niggas screaming free me The way I be killing these motherfuckers Every ghetto in New York, they all love us What Niggas don’t have a clue what I been through my whole damn life Oh, noo! You damn right So you can’t judge me Though my heart’s ugly It’s hard to love me Niggas don’t have a clue of da view that I see from my two story Drug sales and murders on a daily, nigga true story Hello You can a collect call from an inmate at detention facility If you would like to accept this and future collect calls Please press four Hey yo Kay, it’s Smitty, Last night da feds came Got set up by that French dame You warned me bout her, I shoulda listened Never thought she’d be snitching Game is dirty, can no longer tolerate it Looking at twenty to life due to the evidence they confiscated Loyalty is under rated They’re trying to charge me for crimes that’s non related Kay you a real one Look out for my boy, raise him like ya real son Just keeping it real son You’re always a true friend when I need one Holla at Nicko for me Go see my mom, kiss her for me Hug my sister for me Pour out a lil’ liquor me Remember that bad chick from Harlem I used to fuck, now I'm gone you can dick her for me Remember how we did it The flyest in da city From Jamaica to New York we run shit From da church to some gun shit Fucking virgins cause we never fuck dumb chicks Raised as soldiers, you know how da slum gets Keeping it thuggin’ from sunrise till sunset Till da casket drop, Cry Nation rude boy, rep da block Niggas don’t have a clue what I been through my whole damn life Oh, no! You damn right So you can’t judge me Though my heart’s ugly It’s hard to love me Niggas don’t have a clue of da view that I see from my two story Drug sales and murders on a daily, nigga true story