[Verse 1: Woodie]
Still in touch with them sidewalks but most the time
Block to block my ride squats, I'm supposed to find
A way up out these streets but the Yoc keeps callin' my name
F*ck the money and the fame if suckaz want me to change
Cause I only know how to act one way
Ready for the gunplay, Monday thru Sunday
Many open woundz that still haven't healed, my life is filled with
Eventually people I have to kill I shall deal with
Just let me get this mil ticket, so I could do this dirt
Then hit the block and still kick it, leave many mothers hurt
Their boys didn't make the cut,
They should have raised their sons to keep their f*ckin' mouth shut
Them tears, I could give a f*ck
For years I've been feelin' f*cked in the game
Since sixteen I've kept a pistol tucked within' range
F*cked in the brain in more ways than one
I reminisce back to the days when I could taste the blunt
When we would blaze our guns down at the tracks and practice
Shootin' wild rabbits, police could never catch us
Northside rivertown, highway 4 to second street
Is the area of the Yoc that infected me
[Hook]
These opened woundz a tale certain people kill they'll never heal
They turn material witness just to catch a better deal
They'll never find your body do to decomposer
Your death gettin closer cuz Wood need some closure
These opened woundz a tale certain people kill they'll never heal
They turn material witness just to catch a better deal
They'll never find your body do to decomposer
Your death is gettin' closer cuz Los need some closure
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