作曲 : Aguilar, Heath, Saunders
{Melachi The 
Nutcracker} 
Yo my rhymes are deep, when 
I walk thru the streets 
If you wanna eat, you gotta work for this meat 
The stress is building, people are losing their children 
I can feel the pain, just from the blood spilling 
I ain't sittin around chillin waitin for that 
I'd rather make moves with my man 
Lil Dap Too many people killin made me lose my mind 
Crime don't pay, it's just a waste of time 
You should shine like a sun, or the 
Holy One Blessed with a gift to get the job done 
Nutcracker's the one, and 
New York is where 
I'm from Group 
Home for the year 2 g, let's get it on son 
Chorus: Lil 
Dap (repeat 3X) 
Straight like that, why these niggas beefin for rap 
Matter of fact, puttin 
Brooklyn down on the map 
No turnin back, rollin with my 
A-Mob cats {
Steph Lova} 
Yo, this is for my dogs, can't forget my divas 
Nonbelievers, under achievers, pockets stuffed like pitas 
Cuz the Love is off the meter, on any givin 
Weep the compition shiftin cliffin like what!?! 
Spittin up blood from the slugs caught in the club 
Just because the fucker been thought and ducked 
What you get for thinkin, have all you cats rinkin 
The crew that have sink and shot the engine out your 
Lincoln Just for livin, you know 
I talk alot of shit, but that's a given 
Gats stay hidden, cause all this is forbidden 
From my side of the chalk, you sell crack till your rap shit kick off 
Or a beef kick off, heard 3 shots lick off 
Spark the riot up north 
Chorus 2X 
Yo straight like that, yo straight like that {
Lil Dap} Yo my little nigga is my nigga till the day that we die 
Clean out my inside before 
I rest my eyes 
This is for my niggas livin out there in the streets 
Searching for peeps, hopin someone hears us upstairs 
Blockin out my fears, time to get fame this year 
So what's your hobby son? 
Comin from 
Brooklyn, 
New York Like 10 years in the game, with the 
Group Home name 
When cats were scared, to step or even walk in the train 
Chorus 3X