Don't lose your hand, don't lose your hand
Don't lose your hand, don't lose your hand
Little homie, what you gonna do with your life?
You wanna hustle, but you ain't doing it right
Look to the end, just don't know why
Even if you're wrong, you know I'm gonna ride in the streets
With the killers and the creeps
You don't wanna learn, but I still wanna teach
I told you, when my weight still breaks
All you ever do is just chase them freaks, don't do it
Don't lose your hand, don't lose your hand
Wake up, gunshots in the city, hustlers on the corner, gonna get more busy
She sleep, streets they heated, ghetto coming slow, I know you see it, post it
Don't lose your hand, don't lose your hand
Wake up, gunshots in the city, hustlers on the corner, gonna get more busy
Now that you feel, that's all that's all, place them beans
Now that you feel, now that you feel
It's not this, it's gonna be later, later, later
Now that you feel
Now that you feel
