The First 48

[Verse 1] Living this street life, not thinking about repercussions Young'uns nowadays be buggin' Too cool for school, not hearing a word we tell them I try to take them out the rain and put them under my umbrella To the wrong things exposed, their ears is closed I let them know fear's good and keeps niggas on they toes Not the type of fear of another man, of course See the hood is Van Damme, survival's a Bloodsport Straight-shot wizard, hitting kids on the playground Not specific on the targets he laid down Murder is the case now, you in the place now Apprehended by the law, slammed face-down You claim accusations were false Was nowhere near the scene when the gunfire popped off Haven't been round recent, yet you in the precinct And about to break down, facing interrogators [Hook] (In the white room) [x2] Facing interrogators in that (white room) (In the white room) You and your mans are facing interrogators in that (white room) (In the white room) Snitch niggas talking, running they mouths in that (white room) (In the white room) [Verse 2] Nickle & dime hustles, tat on your chest Read "Embrace the struggle," what you know about struggles? Your life's honeysuckle compared to those who've been through The drama, double digits handed to them by "your honor" Nowadays you hear them say "death before dishonor" In the same vein, on the net snitching about a problem This type of talk is common, but unlike the Rapper from Chicago seen with a cool calm demeanor Y'all niggas is built to fold and sell your soul Crimes committed with [coke, these?] you already told Listen, Generation X, crack babies from the '80s Not smart, yet wanna drive a Mercedes Own more guns than textbooks, buck off, get caught Then get shook, tell on others, can't keep your mouth shut Police apply the pressure, you presume your innocence Feeling like the wall's closing in, sitting in that [Hook] [Verse 3] Let's shift gears, you a corner boy, you come up short One too many times, your grind is off Light package on the average, skimming off the top Like your boss can't count when he's feeding the block That's a bold move, you must be sipping Sprite with cold flu Medicine, you gotta be dumb playing with those dudes Brought to their attention, niggas became suspicious When that money started missing, other start to whisper Figure this'd be their chance to move up in the ranks Stove product, trick dollars, to them it's small change Then the skimmer gets blatant, see your ass was confronted Your lives ain't together, next step is get punished Beat within inches of your life lost Laid up in that O.R., life support Keeping your soul gone Eyes half-open, conscious, can't move It's a miracle you're alive, in bad shape, laid up in that [Hook]