Lyrics:

[Joe Budden] Uh-huh... I just want everybody to kinda be clear.. Of what's takin place right now... It's not an introduction, it's more like a beginning... It's like the calm before the storm... I guess you can sorta call it, the rebirth... Or the birth period... it's the growth... For all my real niggaz... real people in general... It's never one-dimensional, it goes out to everybody... If you can though... just kinda take some time out... Relate to it For all my mans that died, with grams at they side Plans just to ride, gun jammed when he drive Ballers who never made it out the hood Cats who owed, but never made it out the hood If they offered you pleas and you went to court with it My dawgs doin time cause you got caught with it Or if you need cheddar, blast heat whenever And run from the cops cause you know the streets better Dope niggaz who rich cause they know connects Or dope niggaz who spit but got no connects If you pitch to pay rent, but get no business Life in the state pen but get no visits Fend for yourself cause you ain't got no boys Ride or die, cause really you ain't got no choice If your alibi's straight when you're wanted on the stand Soldiers that take they football numbers like a man Hustle O-Z cause your product rich there Hood know you snitch but you gotta live there You held your man shot, you don't know where it hit him And you tryin to buy guns, you don't know where to get 'em If you strapped in the streets with your palms all black Young G's that gotta see they moms on crack Pop can't be found, hand me down When you the oldest out of five, hold the family down If you caught a body and your wiz hid you out If you slept