[ L.V. ]

Papa Was A Rolling Stone

Wherever He Laid His Hat Was His Home

And When He Died All He Left Us Was Alone



[ Prode'je ]

Pops Was A Roller, On The Streets

He'd Beat The Young Busters He Used To Meet

I Mean Scandalous, All I Heard Was In The Contrary

Yo, That's Why The Prod Is No Fairy

Papa Was A Hustler, So I Wanted To Sling

To Live Up To The Name I Claim

Mama Cried, Tryin To Stop Me In My Ignorance

But I Was Grown, I Didn't Have Sense

All I Knew I Was Poor, Black, Broke And Hungry

And The Streets, They Were Callin Me

So I Stepped, Ready And Willing To Be A G

To Make It Easy For My Family And Me

As For Pops, I Never Got To See The Man

But I Heard He Took Matters In His Own Hand

In The Streets He Was Up On It, Well Renowned

And If You Put Him Down, Yo, Then Go Down

Hard, I Won't Take Charts, I Serve Charts

Pimpin Hoes And Breakin Hearts

On The For Realer My Nigga, Yo, Plain And Simple

The Man's Back, But Now He's Uptempo



[ L.V. ]

I Never Had A Chance To See Him

Never Heard Nothin But Bad Things About Him

Brother, I'm Depending On You

To Tell Me The Truth



[ Havikk ]

Pops Was A Roller, Moms Seems To Tell Me

Well Respected By All, That's What I Wanna Be

Hardcore, In The Streets I'd Be A Macker

Quick To Smack A, Yo, Or Even Jack A

Soft-hearted Brother, Pops Was A Roller

Gamin A Dub And Now Here Comes His Son

Street-smart, On The Dice He Was A Straight G

On The Dice My Pops Would Get Busy

Yeah, My Pops Was A True Pimp

He Kept A Nine And A Gangsta Limp

Whoever Owed Him Money Got Beat Cause He Ran The Streets



Like A G And Brought People Mysery

I Heard Pops Used To Hang Out

On The Corner Gettin Drunk And Beatin Niggas' Brains Out

I Got A Name To Uphold, So I Hit The Streets

Broke As Hell To Take What Belongs To Me

I Saw Money, Moms Said: 'Yo, Havikk, Please

Leave The Streets', Then I Thought Of Clockin Gees

Jack