On And On

On, on and on and on
 On, on and on and on
 On, on and on and on
 On, on and on and on (what you talkin' about?)
 On, on and on and on
 On, on and on and on
 On, on and on and on
 On, on and on and on
 Nowadays, you gots to walk the street and watch your back
 'Cause brothers with the gats don't be knowin' how to act
 They always pull the Glock when somebody rocks at night
 And if they get shot, they often snitch to the cops
 Now tell me this ain't livin' foul
 She just had a baby child, and she's back to sellin' crack vials
 On the ave 'cause she's addicted to the fast cash
 How long will that last before the cops be up in that ass?
 But honey-dip don't wanna listen 'cause she's in no position
 Now nobody gives a pot to piss in
 Her life is stuck and filled with bad luck
 So she fucks and fucks to earn another buck
 She don't really care about pride
 And she jumps into another ride then committed suicide
 Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 This goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 This goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 Times is gettin' hard, word is bond, I swear to God
 I even got caught tryin' to steal from the junkyard
 A born terror, a rebel without a pause
 Ain't never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
 I walk the streets at night with my head down
 In this little town you see clowns that wanna be down
 So they get a Glock and lick shots to get props
 And when shit rocks, all you can hear is the shells drop
 An old man got shot in the parkin' lot
 In front of my buildin', I hang with his grandchildren
 And for the nigga that pulled the trigga and tried to slide
 And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
 And this happens everyday around my way
 So I pray that I can live another day
 Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 This goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 This goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 Ayo, get a load of this guy, you know the Mr. Hardy?
 The one who talk about gats but ain't bustin' nobody
 He speaks that yang yang so we can just maintain
 I'd blow him out the frame at his moms if he gangbang
 But his rep is hi-tech in the projects
 Foe was knuckle jacked, so he got mad respect
 The niggas in hoodies packed up their loaded gats
 Met up in the back so they could plan the attack
 Wasn't hard to tell that these kids was no joke
 They let the pistol smoke and their .9 was doper than coke
 I seen it happen every day where I live
 I know a few bums, drug dealers, most of them fugitives
 Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 This goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 Ayo, this goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 This goes on and on, Shy
 Everybody's doin' their own thing, from hookering to drug slang
 On, on and on and on
 On, on and on and on
 On, on and on and on
 On, on and on and on