O.G Rydah - Three Niggaz,Three Ways

[Vesre 1.]
Nigguh strugglin' testin' his skills
Tryin' to pay teh bills,Countin' foo'z dat' he kills
Makin' deals to bring home sum' mo'fuckin meals
On teh otha' side ya' see him in teh G' ride wit' golden wheelz
Shit man I gues he's a straight ass mo'fuckin G'
That kinda' nigguh that youngstas wish to be
Breakin' foo'z down like Bruce Lee chu' can see
Rollin' on D'z,Slangin' em K'z,Punkin' on wannabez
Neva' finishes on his kneez or hidin' behind teh trees
Shieet...homie down fo' shiet every single day non stop
Scouts out niggaz,Come around teh corner an' pop
Only thing that changes in his life is numba' of asses that drop
But he aint givin' a fucc' he's still servin' heat from fuckin' Six-Fo's top

[Verse 2.]
Now hea' comes anotha' mo'fuckin fool
Who neva' learned nuthin' evin one single rule
He tryed to be cool but he got punked wit' teh tool
Chu' can see him around da' corner smokin' crack
Gettin' wack,Tryin' to buy anotha' mo'fuckin sack
Aint got nobody to watch his god damn back
He would do everythin' fo' dat' stuff evin cut his neck
Begin' fo' cash so he can buy my stash
One hour latah ya' can see him sleepin' in teh trash
Wakes up in teh mornin' an' keeps on wit' da' same
Non stop fuckin' lame man he aint got no fame
Suckin' dicks fo' money he's so funny now aint dat' a shame?
Get wasted as fuck man dat' nigga' aint got no luck
He dont care if he dies so its not importmant to duck
Commin' to my crib sayin' "Gimme' sum' shit"
Smokin' dat' pipe he neva' tasted meat
I aint liein',I aint bullshitin' on teh beat
Nigguh is teh biggest junkie on our side
Lost all of his pride he aint reppin' nationwide

[Verse 3.]
That mo'fuckah hea' learned teh importmant rule
Stayin' outtah trouble an' keep on wit' teh school
He aint throwin' up signs an' bangin' around
He wants to be sumethin' but not a neighborhood sound
He was searchin' fo' the good way an' he found
Fuck gang bangin' he will become a big man
He will sell ya' houses an' not drugs outtah fuckin' van
He will be writin' wit' pen and not wit' spraycan
Only motivation in his mind was "I can"
Now he's almost on the top of the game
Niggaz dont know him but big puppets know his name
He aint lame he's workin' that's not da' same
Made a family dont take me wrong
Not gang family but real one who's not gettin' high all along
They hit a work and not a hits from da' bong
All of these three niggaz was borned in the ghetto black
One became a hustla,Seccond addicted to crack and third got his break out ticked an' he wont come back

/me turns on radio