text: DJ FORGOTTEN
  Luke White On The Beat
  You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain?
  Id rather sing about the same things that we claim
  Such is bashful, but niggas like a task force
  Mobbin on the streets and robbin stores in ski masks, bruh
  Niggas ask for peace in a riot, then bring violence
  Cause its a game of cat and mouse and you gon bleed silent
  Whats the justice in sayin, Fuck it, and grab the pump?
  Then kill a woman with many children? Makes you a chump
  Look in all the stores you wreckin, nigga, I reckon
  Think about the people who own it for bout a second
  I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
  This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
  But sure, youd rather hear me say, Fuck the black prejudice
  Lets murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant
  Views,” and etcetera, knives thrown
  Damage em, lives blown, oblivion, all cold, oblivious
  I wont dare say that you should stop the fuckin ignorance
  Murder opps, killin shit, Id enjoy the thrill of it
  Bathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin em
  Auction em, dont you bark at em, murder em, never heard of em
  Biggie!
  Now Im thirteen, smoking blunts making cream
  On the drug scene, fuck a football team:
  Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
  Hearing the coach scream aint my lifetime dream!
  I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
  So school, I didnt show up, it fucked my flow up
  Mom said that I should grow up, and check myself
  Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
  Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldnt see it
  Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it
  Rap was secondary, money was necessary
  Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
  C74-Mark 8 set me straight
  Not able to move behind a great steel gate
  Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
  All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail
  Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
  Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
  Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
  Informer lone keep informer friend
  Thats right, bwoy, its goin on, right here
  Thug Life, God bless the dead
  God bless the dead and buried, nigga, dont worry
  If you see God first, tell him shit got worse
  I aint mad, I know you representin the crew
  And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
  Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
  If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
  My role models gone or they locked in the pen
  Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
  The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
  Sayin shit dont stop, nigga, no pity
  We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
  Money makin motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
  In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
  I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time
  My epitaph will read was the last of Gs
  Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
  God bless the dead
  God bless the dead