Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Most of my brodies is ex cons and parolees
Drink heem and OD's
Roll twomps and goldies
Get made from Goldie, 'cause Goldie the made man
Don't fuck with blade men
Go hard like cavemaen
Ay man, I don't think you understand though
I stalk the streets, with a colt commando
A Thug and a vandal, a walkin' scandal
Drink like ten fishes, smoke like candles
Pistol grip handle on the riot 12 gauge
Keep the rollers off me and out the jail cage
Got a twelve page letter from my folks in the rally's
He got caught up in a riot and they shipped him outta Cali
Omaha, Texas, Leavenworth, Kansas
They got us spread out, I don't know where my mans is
But it's like this, I don't complain
'Cause I knew about the game when I hopped in the thang

[Hook]
Lord, can you hear me?
Too many niggas dying
Living Cutthoat but they trying
Lord, you gots to help me
I know sometimes they wrong
Keep my niggas strong

[Verse 2]
Listen, I been walking the line
[?] stepping with my chin up
Woke or sleep my lids never shut
Protected from [?] stay PC'd up
Escorted by badges and handcuffs
Billy clubs and face shields to storm your cell
Search your locker, thirty days in lock up
Reminiscing with my celly, pretending
We daydreaming of flying, we high
Eternal freedom, but we paid the price for living this life
We cry inside, but only cold stares for the naked eye
A young boy with mafia ties, so wild inside
The bricks and Benz's got every tear stitched up
With coke and black pinheads twisted in zigzags
Watching time pass, 'cause I ain't got nothing but time
Writing invisible lines on lined paper
But being secluded made my rhymes greater
So I stick to my music, song after song
I might make a hit over the phone
Hello?

[Hook]
Lord, can you hear me?
Too many niggas dying
Living Cutthoat but they trying
Lord, you gots to help me
I know sometimes they wrong
Keep my niggas strong

[Verse 3]
'92, '93, hit a lick, split a ki
Flossing on chips and spit a clip, the game was fun to me
It didn't take me long to see it wouldn't last though
How else can my cash grow?
Without the J team and task force coming to ask for me
I'm moving to fast homie
I wish you would've got over the gate and I would've escaped with the cash homie
But I bust my gun to avoid the pen
We was young lights when you went it
But changed from boys to men, be home at 10
Do that, and come home, that ain't no place for a player
Can't make no money, Ain't no bitches in there, but life ain't fair
But your world don't stop you gotta keep keep on
We [?] no matter what street we on, the streets we roam
That's why I ain't wrote you in a minute
But I'll see you when I see you
If not, then when they lock the [?] in
Then tough love, one thug
Get you a slug to that snitch nigga
Finish where we left off, I'mma get rich nigga

[Hook]
Lord, can you hear me?
Too many niggas dying
Living Cutthoat but they trying
Lord, you gots to help me
I know sometimes they wrong
Keep my niggas strong