| Word to mother, you my blood, they hate on us | 
| Evils try to do you in, but they never could win | 
| Anything happen to you, I’m the next to kin | 
| Hustle like a Mexican, monumental battles | 
| In the shadows of a don, in the name of the son | 
| We gonna rise above, can’t critize a thug | 
| In the search for the American dream | 
| Before you, I’d rather they fuck with me, too many questions | 
| How the fuck did we meet? | 
| Too many lessons | 
| I promise to never leave, even under pressure | 
| I won’t talk, I’d rather die, on my bloody knees | 
| You know me, jealousy’s never been a factor | 
| You my nigga, before and after the paper | 
| A hundred new reasons for niggas to hate ya | 
| Finally I find a place I call home | 
| But the devil wanna strip me, takin' everything I own | 
| You can’t break the bond | 
| What don’t kill you, will make you strong | 
| It can’t be weakened, the faith is strong | 
| Whether, handcuffs or pressures, metal bracelets on | 
| You can’t break the bond | 
| What don’t kill you, will make you strong | 
| It can’t be weakened, the faith is strong | 
| Whether, handcuffs or pressures, metal bracelets on | 
| I will pop a nigga top before you make a nigga drop | 
| For your boy coked on oil, lay down the block | 
| For you, I pleed the fifth, death before dishonor | 
| When treachery’s surround us, our cause ain’t lost | 
| It’s destiny that found us | 
| I done met real niggas whose yet to meet your honor | 
| You my legacy, jealousy will never be a problem | 
| You share my street persona, and deepest knowledge | 
| Of the ghetto, the grief and the drama | 
| Even deeper is your intentions of feedin' your mama | 
| Therefore we eatin' like we servin' those fiends at the carter | 
| You need it, I got it, I die for you | 
| Give me the chair, I’ll fry for you | 
| It’s where you find loyalty, I keep the nine auto | 
| How many times I told you? | 
| Non-scrimity, but then I trust | 
| Even if try individually, we bend ya’ll up | 
| There’s no equivalent, lyrically, I will give it to you niggas | 
| In a flash, like Pistol Pete |