it s blood in blood out when you tote that iron for clout when it s feast in these streets of trouts it s blood in blood out blood money on your hands but still the mighty bills tend to get us killed my nigga shit s so real now that i m older with more understanding see the beast in the mirror whether it s feast or famine i m the same nigga that hollas no choices instead of working hard i decide to sell poison and blame it on the man but i m part of the so called plan killin communities hand to hand for new kicks fresh whips loose chicks tooth clips with a hammer on the hip it s the wild wild west and no matter what i stay dope mad fresh all white airs with some herms sweats blunt after blunt till my death heaven around the corner maybe a young un with a tec will come break the cycle of me livin trifle the stash in the trash there s an assault rifle streets like a jungle can t survive if you humble rather raw and be feared than to mumble and fumble it s blood in blood out when you tote that iron for clout when it s feast in these streets of trouts it s blood in blood out blood money on your hands but still the mighty bills tend to get us killed my nigga shit s so real as i sit in my apartment i think of the dearly departed i lost in the streets broken hearted regrets of the game shouldn ta introduced em to that bitch named cane she done bought many of my homies mad pain not a std just a bullet to the brain or cce got a call late at night that my brother got shot hopped in the whip even though the block s hot the sight of him in the rain dead in the streets body covered up under a blood stained sheet looked his daughter in the eyes she didn t understand she was just a baby still in her mother s hands and soon to be raised up by another man who would never love her the way my little brother can revenge in my heart but his blood on my hands cause i led him to the spot and showed him how to move grams  it s blood in blood out when you tote that iron for clout when it s feast in these streets of trouts it s blood in blood out blood money on your hands but still the mighty bills tend to get us killed my nigga shit s so real sittin on my mother s porch with my cousin trippin out about the time we had when we was young uns thuggin wilin out for nothin living trife i m the dealer and he s the user and that his life turned on to the deed by the brother of his wife shootin to fight the sickness associated with strife contracted hepatitis what the b type wouldn t let him hit the blunt some time i even front but this the same nigga used to get cash with hit my first l skippin class to get ass with now i m ashamed of who he is and in my heart i was a kid because when he overdosed on a bag i was in tears just one more visit one more conversation one more goodbye before his final destination it s never hesitation openly love people no matter the situation seein what i been through in this occupation of course it s too high imma need salvation hope the lord has patience it s blood in blood out when you tote that iron for clout when it s feast in these streets of trouts it s blood in blood out blood money on your hands but still the mighty bills tend to get us killed my nigga shit s so real