On and On

On, on and on and on On, on and on and on On, on and on and on On, on and on and on (what you talkin' about?) On, on and on and on On, on and on and on On, on and on and on On, on and on and on Nowadays, you gots to walk the street and watch your back 'Cause brothers with the gats don't be knowin' how to act They always pull the Glock when somebody rocks at night And if they get shot, they often snitch to the cops Now tell me this ain't livin' foul She just had a baby child, and she's back to sellin' crack vials On the ave 'cause she's addicted to the fast cash How long will that last before the cops be up in that ass? But honey-dip don't wanna listen 'cause she's in no position Now nobody gives a pot to piss in Her life is stuck and filled with bad luck So she fucks and fucks to earn another buck She don't really care about pride And she jumps into another ride then committed suicide Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang This goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang This goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang Times is gettin' hard, word is bond, I swear to God I even got caught tryin' to steal from the junkyard A born terror, a rebel without a pause Ain't never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus? I walk the streets at night with my head down In this little town you see clowns that wanna be down So they get a Glock and lick shots to get props And when shit rocks, all you can hear is the shells drop An old man got shot in the parkin' lot In front of my buildin', I hang with his grandchildren And for the nigga that pulled the trigga and tried to slide And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide And this happens everyday around my way So I pray that I can live another day Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang This goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang This goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang Ayo, get a load of this guy, you know the Mr. Hardy? The one who talk about gats but ain't bustin' nobody He speaks that yang yang so we can just maintain I'd blow him out the frame at his moms if he gangbang But his rep is hi-tech in the projects Foe was knuckle jacked, so he got mad respect The niggas in hoodies packed up their loaded gats Met up in the back so they could plan the attack Wasn't hard to tell that these kids was no joke They let the pistol smoke and their .9 was doper than coke I seen it happen every day where I live I know a few bums, drug dealers, most of them fugitives Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang This goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang This goes on and on, Shy Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang On, on and on and on On, on and on and on On, on and on and on On, on and on and on