This one's
for those on the dead end street
Hustling hard to make all they ends meet
I hope one day I see ya Benz creep
Watch for the jealousy
that most friends keep SB, got the Bentley
All I could do is thank God
cause he blessed me
I used to be just like you
Slangin' crack rock on the avenue
Packin' Glocks and runnin' from cops
Most of my clients like they
Kane on the rocks
Gun shots like two blocks away
I wonder who the fuck caught
a hot one today
Never mind cause I don't wanna know
I just lost two good friends in a row
One second, things is looking beautiful
The next second you the star of the funeral
All my friends are on the
dead end streets
Some locked up and
some are R .I .P's
You can't win,
there ain't no way, no how
Clock your change and
get the fuck on now
We was Pyrex shakers,
Sunnyside money makers
In Heelwood we had Brock's,
Biggers, Now and Laters
Quicksnap was the store
that we slung at
Everybody knew me from a
hundred packs
Across the street was Law Elementary
My car was so clean,
kids was looking up to me
They wanna be like me, a true hustler
Cause they daddy drives
an old gas guzzler
The dope dealer,
I ain't trying to brag but
Fuck watching roaches
trying to climb out my bathtub
I was a hard head,
trying to be a drug lord
Slow my road now,
homie what the fuck for
I'm in a two bed trailer,
man I'm dirt poor
When hurricanes would come,
I'd run next door
To my homie's house,
his name is Hewlin Hodges
We gon' make it out this ghetto,
man I promise
All my friends are on the
dead end streets
Some locked up and some are R .I .P.
You can't win,
there ain't no way, no how
Clock your change and
get the fuck on out
99 % of all criminals and dope dealers
Get busted by bullets or
fuckin' squealers
And the 1 % that made it was pure luck
But even he'll tell you that his
life ain't worth a fuck
Cause in his mind he was
caught a thousand times
And in his mind he was shot
a thousand times
Without peace there can be no happiness
I wear a cross around my neck
like the Catholics
I'm not sure exactly what my religion is.
I just know I thank God for my little kids
The system got us selling drugs
like some guinea pigs
Then they arrest us after
we donated big
They take our money,
our cars, and our houses
Now tell me who's really
selling the ounces
And any cash that we
might have hidden
Goes to the system trying
to stay out of prison
All my friends are on the
dead end streets
Some locked up and some are R .I .P.
You can't win,
there ain't no way, no how
Clock your change and
get the fuck on out
All my friends are on the
dead end streets
Some locked up and
some a horror beast
You can't win,
there ain't no way, no how
Clock your change and get the
fuck on out
You
South Park Mexican 
