The Function-Celly Cel

Celly CelMan, it's like... Everytime I leave the house I stop and I ask myself Am I leavin' for the last time?? Cause ain't no tellin' what's gon' happen Out here while I'm runnin' these streets You know what I'm sayin'? Anything can happen nigga You gotta watch everything around you You can't trust nothin' out here Another day I get to live to see some more of this Drama in the street is so deep, don't even know if it's Gon' be me at the end of somebody barrel smokin' Cause I'm loc'n they point the finger and say I'm provokin' The situation by speakin' the real to killin' fields And penitentiary steel is what I see for real It's raw deals that we gettin' in the system mayne Givin' up no love, once you caught up they pullin' rank County or the pen, you know we can't win So we mobs with that ghetto grin tryin' to make them ends Stack on the track with sticky greens and cognac Always watch your back and never let 'em know you strapped Ain't no such thing as a sucka no more Cause anybody with some heat will lay you down on the floor Friends turn to foes, tags on they toes When will it be your time to go? You never know Hook - X 2 Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door Is it my time to go? Runnin' the streets you never know Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door Is it my time to go? Runnin' the streets you never know Celly CelUsed to be the enemy dumpin' on my bucket Now I'm havin' static with these fools that I grew up with Never thought the hood would turn against the hood When they think you doin' good the hood don't stick together like it should Wastin' time tryin' to count another players chips Loose lips will make you walk the plank on my ship I've seen 'em get smothered for less, lost in the land of stress It's sad to see homies get put to rest, then I guess It's the same when you funkin' and freeze one of your enemies Another funeral, a mother cryin' on her knees It's a war zone, here today tomorrow you gone In to win, ain't no friends, go for somethin' it's on Can't get caught slippin' or crossed up by them faulty Women out there slippin' mickeys ain't gon' come up off me Who can I trust, who gon' be there when we kickin' dust? Or when they bust, I'll ride with who ride with us Hook - X 2 Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door Is it my time to go? Runnin' the streets you never know Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door Is it my time to go? Runnin' the streets you never know Celly CelGotta stay on your toes, don't know who plottin' on your click And jealousy will make your closest homies wanna split Your wig and dig a ditch for you cause you out there gettin' paid Had the same trey, posted on the same block in May Scrill they can't fade, you was real about chasin' paper They was talkin' about them broads first and get the money later A faulty misses, stay focused and make your own decisions Stay in your jurisdiction, keep that scrill in your vision Watch your backside, they ride when they ain't got no hustle And keep your heat so fools like Debo can't even muscle You out your coins and don't let no new recruits join And she can holla if she headed for the tenderloin Then strip to add some Ben Franklin's to my bundle I ain't mad if she gon' add some crab to the gumbo And keep it crackin', don't know what's gon' happen when I play this game So I pray, I live to see another day Hook - X 4 Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door Is it my time to go? Runnin' the streets you never know Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door Is it my time to go? Runnin' the streets you never know