Huh, yeah, the port-au-prince Cy posse Shout's out to Haiti man My prayers go out to y'all Hey! First I want to say god bless the lady who made me I do this for the babies in Haiti Go trade your Mercedes up to the [?] So I mixed the [?] with the Baileys Back in the 80's they gave us crack to push us back into slavery Rap just happened to save me, fuck movin' packs Niggas get jacked on the daily, layin' on their back up in grady Seen what happened to Tracy, all for the cash money But nothin' ever happens to Baby, run the trap like Mcgahee You soon be trapped in the cage, B, only 'cause half of us lazy But should I act the same way, there's two pillows in my bed One is where the [?] lay, I don't sling yay 'Cause how would you feel, if you was a kid in this neighborhood and can't play They say it ain't safe, 'cause it's the same place where they say the gangs stay Either you go to school or you bang ay There's so much to life other than cuttin' white I hear gunshots every mofuckin' night Keep a .38, and I tuck it tight Niggas raise your kids don't put no bitch above your wife 'Cause once a woman's fed up it's hard to love you twice I speak the truth even if it don't rub you right Ready or not, here I come, I've arrived Now it's time to, tell the people somethin' So could every body stand for the ruler, I even got fans in Aruba Blood diamonds, people lose their hand for your jeweler, Just so you and your man can look cooler, split the band on the Ruger No I ain't plannin' to user her but if I have to I'll stand there and shoot ya Your homie's will do ya, the one's who act phony will screw ya And they ain't the only intruders I was [?] boys won't ya dig 'cause I heard they manage birds like Tony La Russa (haha) But still show love to your loved ones Instead of huggin' your partners we'd rather hug guns Sit back and watch the blood run, friendship disappear like Louisiana flood funds, Niggas better get their lugz on, theres a war goin' on outside don't catch a slug son Father forgive us, most of all of us dealers Niggas who can't seem to keep their fingers off of the triggers Throw your dog in the river 'cause he ain't bark at no killers and, The kid tell me he was only the middle man For fifty pounds of Reggie Miller But I am not a follower that's probably why I ain't got any twitter fans In the A they don't give a damn, this the New Jack City But these niggas ain't tryin' to [?]