The cycle

[Nottz] Umm-hmm, my dog just came home (woo!) Just did ten in the pen, he at it again Been out for four days, picked up a lil' weight on him Got young'ns doin hand-to-hand and guess who's the boss? Nigga handin out packs like he was Santa Claus Don't call him Saint Nick, call him Saint Brick Know all about them birds and I ain't talkin eclectic Real cautious with his words on the jack never reckless Now check this, call up his boy Miguel he once shared a cell with Told him 'bout the plan he had to get him out the pro-jects (Fool-proof plan) He told Miguel, "No sweat!" ("Dog, I ain't touchin shit!") "Man, we got them boys on deck" The plan's intact, time for the movie to begin In fact, ain't no room for pretend The consequences, jack, they ain't the same when you got Two strikes and one pending, some never learn pimpin [Chorus] The cycle never end (nah) Some people come home to go back in The streets are too much, feelin like they can't win They rather three hots in a cot, easier than the block I said, the cycle never end (nah) Some people come home to go back in The streets are too much, feelin like they can't win Jail is the only way to survive, they institutionalized, ahh [Joell Ortiz] Uh! So now it's on, that boy rockin that D-wop He got it poppin all like 19 Street block His swagger changed, he got a brand new bee-bop And Gucci kicks replaced his Classic Reeboks (c'mon) His rims spinnin at the light when his V stop And forty inches from his neck where his piece drops And you should see his new girlfriend, she's hot In other words, all together, now HE'S hot He constantly gets pulled over by beat cops Them lil' tickets don't mean nothing, he keeps knots But that's the smallest of his worries, they eavesdrop On every convo, tapped his phone so when he copped (what?) That last brick, they followed his whip, down the Strip And when he made the drug lick, they waved the Fifth like, "FREEZE, POP~!" "Hands behind ya head, down on ya knees, pop!" His workers got ten, how much you think he got? [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] Uh! "Dear fam, waddup y'all, what's good?" That's ya boy Papito reachin out to the hood (letters) Bet he realize that ain't the place to be (word) His daughter twelve, he ain't seen her since the age of three And his grandmother passed, just to let y'all know (what else?) His whole fam was at the wake but they ain't let him go Millie messin with Dave now, his girl with his best friend Safe to say he learnin his lesson (hmm..) or is he? [Nottz] Hell nah, Joell! The minute he got out, he gets right back at it Err'day's a new dollar and a new addict to serve And some cats are addicted to the inside From the inside, you hear the same thang brothers sayin ("Listen, I was young befo'") ("I ain't goin to jail no mo'") ("Promise y'all that I'ma stay home") That's what they all say (But soon as his money low, right back in the streets he go) (When you turn around and he's gone) He gone [Chorus