Artist: C-Tera f/ Shyheim
Album:  Destined to Shine
Song:   Hood Talk
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Chorus 4X: sample]
Families don't mean nothing...

[Shyheim]
Yea, yo, yo, I'm not the same dude y'all heard rap back then
More of my friends died and went back to the pen
So I got they names tatted and scratched in my skin
Until, me and my comrades meet up again
Never was one to play both sides of the fence
I said death before dishonor, and I meant that shit
My word was always bond, I ain't show two faces
A new change and new me, I got me a facelift
Two chains, two sleeves, I slide on them bracelets
When my bling bling swing it'll scream Lil' Weezy
This complex shit, even seems too easy
Run with me, get knocked, let's fight extradition
Make them fucking pitch work for they 401K's and pensions
They believe this nigga cuz they see this nigga
In the penitentiary when they go and see they niggaz
I ain't a make-believe nigga, I don't leave my niggaz

[Chorus 4X in background]

[Interlude: Shyheim (C-Tera)]
When niggaz start pulling triggers, I'm one of the last real niggaz that's left
Look to ya right, look to ya left
Everybody else is dead, locked up or a fucking crackhead
C-Tera, my nigga, rep that Stapleton shit, fool (yea)
You know how we do, nigga (C-Tera)
Early (Uh, yea, it's Two-Sev, we got this)

[C-Tera]
I'm from where niggaz blow trial and the cops smoke haze
And U-God's little baby got, hit with a stray, where Ghost met Rae
When RZA's name was Prince Rakeem I used to DJ for my nigga Shyheim
Grain was G.P., R.N.S. made all the tracks
Twenty-Seven was some hustlers, G. cooked all the crack
Raaddrr shot Black and Shidel shot Ice
Then some out of town nigga came and took his life
We lost Stars and Stripes, Keyo and Dutch
Sacks, Pool, Ironman, nigga, we miss y'all much
But since, thugs don't cry, we bust slugs in the sky
Poor liquor on the ground, smoke about a quarter pound
I'm from Stapleton, nigga, we call it the town
New Brighton, West Brighton, Jungle Nillz and the Harbor
Staten Island, we got more style than your local barber
Yea, we spitting it harder, come on...

[Interlude: Shyheim]
Yea, my nigga, Tera, change is inevitable
Growth is optional, stay focused, nigga, yea...

[Chorus to fade]