Lyrics:

Verse 1
i Know A Place Where The Trees Don't Grow
just Another Place Where Niggaz Live Low
i Know A Place Where Life Is Fucked Up
make A Wrong Move And Your Ass Get Stuck Up
time Ain't Nothin But A Frame Of Mind
and Life Is Like A Mountain Or A Steep Ass Climb
i've Been Lookin For A Place To Leave
the Only Free Place Is Inside Of Me
so Let's Take A Trip And You Don't Need A Grip
but You Better Be Equipped Cause It Might Be Some Shit
african-American, Nothin But A Nigga
had Our Fingers On The Trigger, But I Pulled Mine Quicker
i Know A Place Where There Ain't No Calm And
you Better Stay Away If You're Soft Like Charmin
south Central, Los Angeles, Watts, And Compton
a Nigga On The West Coast On His Way To Harlem
verse 2
now It's Time To Step Into The Light (Light)
put Up Your Dukes, There's Gonna Be A Fight (Fight)
and When It's Time To Fight, You Better Fight Right
cause If It Don't Fight Right, Out Goes The Light
take A Close Look At What I'm Freakin On
niggaz Think I'm Tweekin, But I'm Speakin On
subject Matter, Data
information That I Gather
through My Travels
cause The Hardest Of The Hard, Hit Hardcore Killer
can't Stop The Slug Of A Nine Millimeter
everybody Thinks They Know, But They Know Not
if They Haven't Caught A Cap On The Block Gunshot
so Shine Up Your Boots And Pick Up The Pieces
grab A Fresh Pair Of Khakis With The Sharp Ass Creases
ring The Alarm, Here Comes The Storm
i Got A Firearm On My Way To Harlem
verse 3
i Know A Place Where The Sun Don't Shine
everybody Is A Victim Of Neighborhood Crime
i Know A Place Where Niggaz Walk The Line
one False Step And They Must Do Time
since I'm In The Same Boat
i Must Stay Afloat
and Sing Every Note
from The Quotes That They Wrote
so, I Look Into The Past And Walk The Path Of The Greats
so I Wont Make The Same Mistakes That Sealed My Ancestors Fates
if I Had To Be A Slave I'd Rather Be In My Grave
if I Get In How Many Lives Could I Save
one, Two, Three, A Hundred, A Thousand
my Heart Is Poundin, The Devil Keeps Soundin
but He Don't Want My Money, He Wants My Soul
so I Reach Like A Tree, And Like A Weed I Grow
my Stomach Is Full, But My Mind Is Starvin
rollin In A G Ride On My Way To Harlem