My Diary (feat. Denise Weeks)

Now we try corners, old folks try and warn us The cops try and swarm us, blocks hot like saunas Well, fuck it I'ma risk it, got a bunt nigga twist it I'ma get drunk with my biscuit, 5 cent cup Take a sip kid, I'ma product of the P-jects My teachers always told me that I'd probably be a reject I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D set Two twelvin' with my homie, he caught a homey of that D-wreck He said it had him zonin' left the body in buldin' three steps The project now on fire where you see the detects His high is coming down cause now he's nervous smokin' bogeys And now he findin' out that fuckin' murder was his co-D And this the shit that happens all too often up in Harlem No shit you smell a rat you better off him what's the problem? In this business sellin' crack we cook that raw shit up to hard shit And tell my fellas that and to my coffin steady mobbin' To my coffin, steady mobbin' Take a look into my eyes And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings Take a journey through my soul And let's roll through the streets of reality They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast See they don't all wanna ride with me I know it ain't right but this is my life It's just a piece of my diary, yeah Now, we ran reckless, no grown ups to guide us So it's the man what you expect, I've grown up to violence I had my eye up on the pushers, the ones that stay fly Fiends got high off the suga, you know that ain't right That sweet cane, some got buried to the street game My niggaz only worried 'bout the jewelry and the street fame And what the bitches thought of them, it's all about the money Well shit I cop some Porsche or trucks Member I was hungry, I was whippin' in the Corsica Hoopty muthafucka, hoppin' the double four's My pants droopy muthafuckas and pardon my grammar My nana died '95, so I done left my heart wit my grandma I hid outside and played the park wit the hammer And I'm watchin' for the narcs, they movin' cars with antennas Thug and respect, for all my goons behind bars in the slammas To my G's on rikers, to all my three time lifers Take a look into my eyes And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings Take a journey through my soul And let's roll through the streets of reality They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast See they don't all wanna ride with me I know it ain't right but this is my life It's just a piece of my diary, yeah This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy Now let's ride, to where? To Harlem, the West side I show you blocks and murals, dawg where some of the best died Like who, like who? Like Porter and them I heard Po put the order on him, now that's more than a friend But he stitched of course, now let's talk about Fritz the boss And he got rich off snort, they said 500 bricks was brought So in hindsight, it's a shorty who couldn't get a gist of his thought But if you grind right wit the snorpy, a whip could be bought Now think about po-9, if it caught me, how it get you in court But now the feds, they still tailin' me, DA think he nailin' me I had to turn in the goons come and post the bail for me Still in the Byrd Gang myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth And all the liquor stores, man the syzzurp on the shelf I rose from the dump you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd Gang the company Take a look into my eyes And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings Take a journey through my soul And let's roll through the streets of reality They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast See they don't all wanna ride with me I know it ain't right but this is my life It's just a piece of my diary, yeah This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy