[B-Real]
  I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses
  for the trivial things and the pain life induces
  Bitches are wild, and so was I, young and stupid
  it's incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them
  Criminals, led by the originals, high strung, motivated by the, principles
  some of us out - he used to think we were invincible
  on the corner bangin' and slangin' the high bitual
  Deadly rituals fill my head, nothin' spiritual
  Bullets filled up bodies like hands from my physical
  I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools
  Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule
  Frustration and hate filled my adrenaline
  I play doctors here's two bullets for your medicine
  I carry those days like a weapon close to me
  The memories of hot lead rippin' a hole through me
    [Chorus: B-Real]
  Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer
  Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter
  Snakes' pit every ground I landed on
  Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong
  You hate the songs that you pump up all day long
  Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong
  Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on
  Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong
  Stand...
    [B-Real]
  So many, come and go in this lifetime that you serve
  Faces change, liscenses' everywhere you turn
  Gangsta's become blinded, visions become blurred
  Learned to stay alive to the real side of the curb
  You came along way but some still refuse to notice
  they turned they back on us and they tried to provoke us
  You ask about us, you talk trash about us
  walk fast around us, but my block fast allowed us
  Don't try to crowd us nigga, we'll smack you up
  Look around and see who's willin' to back you up
  You're in a ghost town and home alone like Macaulay nigga
  don't say my name nigga, don't even think of me
  Fire start spittin' from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up
  I'm the C4 that blew up your porch
  I spit venom quicker than the punch on your Porsche
  Venom so deadly I'll make your fuckin' life divorce ya
  Ask for Alamoney, bitches, you all phoney
  I'll make you sing the blues like you're Paulpau Coloney
  Go ask Moley, you in the middle of shit
  And anything you say I'll be known the shit
  The force drops hits a ball, makin' me die of laughter
  Cause I know what these son-of-a-bitches are after
  Your mind and soul, if your blind and cold
  then your true sign is shown, then your fuckin' mind is blown
    [Chorus: B-Real]
  Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer
  Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter
  Snakes' pit every ground I landed on
  Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong
  You hate the songs that you pump up all day long
  Hated on, but we're still standin' strong
  Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on
  Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong
  Stand...