We gotta get it

They hated Esco

They hated EscobarI′m still here

Dave East talk that talk

Streets need that;

NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world

Lets get it

I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back

Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack

One conversation between homies, better yet brothers

That used to spend the night with each other

They moms was best friends

One name was Anthony, the hood called 'em Ant Live

Kept his pistol on ′em, so he bought a bigger pant size

He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die

That was ten years ago

Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow

Now he throw a set up anywhere he go

He just a product of his environment

Told me he'd rather die than ever go to Rikers again

Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent

Came home, like let niggas see me, I'll never ride with tint

Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North

She was busting checks with the wrong nigga

He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor

Lose the attitude, he miserable

For years he tried to get a lick or two

Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into

Ant′ met Cory when they was kids with innocence

Ant′ hated his dad around 'cause that nigga was militant

Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it

Double it, stack it up, Cory ain′t never want to spend

Ant' was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped

Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch

They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin

(They gon′ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment

No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness

Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin

(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment

No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness

Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

Ant′ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that

No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back

Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life

Streets will teach you quick, ain't nothing free, pay the price

Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night

Cory had the sour with him, Ant' fuck with ′yola

Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders

Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders

Cory told Ant′ on the V I the block was changing

Ant' told Cory be grateful, freedoms′ amazing

Three and half light bed, Ant' stayed in drama

He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing

No MySpace

Cory and Ant′ had butter rockin'

The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him

Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets

Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe

Cory took it on the chin, he wasn′t new to beef

Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak

Thats a man down, Ant' told Cory have the fam 'round

And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown

They hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found

Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ′round

They snatched him and talked about the way he got it

Broke the code, that was snitchin′, it ain't no way around it

They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin

(They gon′ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment

No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness

Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin

(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment

No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness

Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

Ayo′ East

It's your man, Nas Esco′

Keep doin' what you do

Peace be on to you my young brother

Young king