We in Lil Cali and Pakistan Ralo tell them where we at (yeah) I had to earn my stripes Cook that shit up Quay (yeah, yeah) Four pockets (whoo) Baby, yeah, uh, yeah Four pockets on full My trunk and my hood

These streets aren't paved with gold Don't believe everything that you're told Deception hides in all you see Corruption hangs in the air that you breathe And in the land of the free You know nothing comes for free These colours don't run, Like colours

Run runaway I like black and white Dream in black in white You like black and white If your in the swing Oh now can't she wait? See chameleon lying there in the sun

Aren't you tired of all of the violence inside of you? You can run but you can't hide I've heard it all before Just let go Gravity, hold on to me So come and wash us away Just thank fuck that we don't last forever It's now or never Is this the catalyst?

'Cause you've been running circles 'round My mind, turning me inside out And I fell for you but hit the ground 'Cause the only love I've known has let me Down and I need lifting up Now you ain't here I'm sleeping rough And I'm praying I can pray enough

When the pressure's building for a great white hope And the pressure's building 'til it takes you whole Can you go back on your own word? See the way we all run When we know it all off by heart Do you give up things you love? Why don't you tell me What

Where the real nigga ride and the rest die Ay don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that

I have no belief But I believe I'm a walking contradiction And I ain't got no right Do as I say not as I do because The shit's so deep you can't run away I beg to differ on the contrary I agree with every word that you say Talk is cheap and lies are

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga

I'm always giving my everything I'll be stickin' to the heavy liftin' A little heavy liftin' Even when I'm hurting I keep on working And as long as I'm still alive and kickin' I hit the ground running With the morning sun When a job needs doing