I wanna say thank to all my friends who still with me on the same line, I aint gonna give it up, we still together, we like a brothers who never let someone going down You, we, they, he, me myself, she Will never let someone trippin it Our incrieivle friendship tide out Its to tight bro and I still feel the fire on When we meeting in the places There our faces gets the passing There we kick enemies asses There get getting raises Its ironic out it beat, but brother's fist will always help when ya need Its ironic out it beat, when you gonna be alive, but they want you to kill Its ironic out it beat, when ya life in danger, homie will get row Our home place where we grew up reminds West Coast Where ya can be killed, and where ya can be ill But you must survive, I guess its real ironic life
When you meet you old friend that you never seen before You feel myself that you gon' raw And fail the law to spend that time when you with your in the house with bro Talk about childhood and the days that came along Tears themselves going on