Verse 1 (Yuh) This life go hard (yuh), but I go harder (womp) I'm dying daily, living mortar (yuh) Look into my eyes you’ll see do (echo) What’s a big boat to an incoming torpedo I stomp it out, I two step, I drink the juice, and go insane (echo) Stream of living water coming out my frame If you seen what I seen boy got G.I. Joe’s on my team boy We shaped up and shipped out so-tell-me-what-I’m-bout’ You’ll never stop this hustle never knock His muscle We living out, we speak the truth, cause homeboy we love ya We ride (chopped) around and get it, we ride (chopped) around and get it We read the word, we pray about it then homeboy we live it. No false truth just real life we pack up that hard white Pass it to our brothers cause they living that hard life Pop the molly you sweatin’ (womp), pop the molly sweatin’(womp) His love is for real boy and that’s water you gettin’ let’s go! Chorus Clean top dirty bottom I’m talkin’ bout the game cause you know I got em’ Clean top dirty bottom I’m talkin’ bout the game cause you know I got em’ Got em’ got em’ got em’ gone Got em’ got em’ got em’ gone Got em’ got em’ got em’ gone You know I’m talkin’ bout the game got him, gone Verse 2 The rock is on the block like a stop sign (uhh) It-balanced-out-thoughts of an ill mind (womp) Pain-in-my-heart that’s why I spit iron If I tell you bout’ my life homey-you’ll swear I’m lyin’ (wooh) This life is nothing pretty but I get it in (get it in) Tatted on my arm is family and friends Pass the rock in other countries but no fear of embargoes We knock down we Charlie brown we do it likes it Fargo The game plan is simple but to walk it is hard work So I keep a crew of lion-O hangin’ around in my squad Hey boy I keep three hundreds give no time to these lames I pray to God, I read His word and then go insane (uhh) No church in the wild so hang out with guerilla (womp) They keep it real I keep it realer They Mike Jack and I’m thriller (yah) Now you lookin’ like you understood Get it, got it, got it, good (uhh) Chorus Clean top dirty bottom I’m talkin’ bout the game cause you know I got em’ Clean top dirty bottom I’m talkin’ bout the game cause you know I got em’ Got em’ got em’ got em’ gone Got em’ got em’ got em’ gone Got em’ got em’ got em’ gone You know I’m talkin’ bout the game got him, gone

Chorus - Alex Isaak I'm on top of the world... An ain't thinkin' about coming down All the way in em' clouds Can't nobody tell me 'bout... Tell me 'bout my limits... In these beautiful nightmares Tell me 'bout my limits... In these beautiful nightmares Tell me 'bout my limits... (beautiful nightmares) Verse 1 - Young Open up my heart to revile a dirty closet A slave in the mind cause I'm still stuck in this bondage Where do I go to find peace in this upper room Killed off my flesh but I still have to buy a tomb Doom from the start of it, life dug a bigger pit Biggest fish in the pond still can't find significant Hole in my heart and I think I need to fill a void Wooden like a puppet but I'm wishing just to be a boy Growin' into a man but what man do you really see Gain the whole world but he's lost his eternity The pain that I feel got me caught up in the system I'm trying to claim rape but I'm far from being a victim Looking at my family tree asking what this branch will be Another fallin' leaf that's caught up in this autumn breeze I don't know, but I see it as a lesson learned Like a baby who finds out that fire burns Chorus - Alex Isaak Verse 2 - Young Laying in my bed and I contemplate my very fate Walking on that narrow road but wonder if it's really straight Asking if I found hope love is speaking to my heart Will you let me in or will you keep me in the dark Out on the road doing shows trying to be a king Marching in the streets but I rarely ever had a dream Seein' my best friend laying down in that casket Got me screaming out Lord are we really bastards Knocks on my door so I rarely ever go home Atmosphere messed up got a weak ozone On the phone with my lady wonder why her heart ache Couldn't be a man and eat everything on her plate Demonstrate anger and not patience's towards my family Wonder if my boys will ever be men of integrity I don't know, but I guess I have to wait and see An be a man of the man who is guiding me, yeah Chorus - Alex Isaak