featuring R. Kelly & Maus Berg

Quik talking:

Yeah ain't nothin' changed y'all niggas still obvious.

Yeah it's for real though hmph

Rapping:

Now we don't wanna talk about all the people I'm supportin'

that's more important to a nigga than them diamonds you sportin'

Ain't a sell out or a bail out although life is a bitch

and I'm beginning to think that they don't wanna see Quik rich

Cause I'm gon' gather up my homiez & put something in they bellies

ride around the town bumpin' that CD from R.Kelly

gettin' at them ghetto queens if you know what I mean

'cause it ain't nothin' like some lovin' dipped in afro sheen

Break it down with two gates in that burgundy eight

'cause real riders don't three wheel they just drown on the skate

Send a care package to my homiez up in Natches

and shoot a kite 'bout how these suckas keep my Benz up in scratches

It ain't no puzzle that's to be expected

sometimes I think they only come around it just to see if I wrecked it

I feel like hittin' the 101 leavin' town on a bike

on my way up to the Bay to clear my mind cause it's like...

Chorus (R.Kelly)

Everyday is a scuffle

turnin' them corners to get my hustle

Every single dollar is a struggle

that's how it is comin' up in the ghetto

Maus-Berg:

Now I don' been through it all pushin' work on the boulevard

runnin' from the 5-0 in somebody else car

Ghetto dreams so it seems to be easy

think about my life & I get queasy

Pumpin' the pimp knowin' it ain't helpin' me

but the ghetto got me trapped thinkin' this is how it's s'posed to be

a cold thang when