Check it, check it nowCome onThe real gameSex with little kidsWord is outThat it’s good for the biz [business]Demand is highSupply is lowYou need mo’ sex and got no mo’ hosWhere do you go?Down to the corner storeYou need more lootGot your bow for (?)Little girl who don’t know no betterYou don’t give a shit you only focused on the cheddarMoney makes a nigga do crazy thingsTust drug ’em out on cocaineTaught ’em hive of slang (?)The booty back and forth like a prostitutes12 years old and the knocking the bootsLike professionals who to be profitableTook ‘em from the playground Made ‘em top notch hosBroke ‘em off some crumbsRelieved ‘em like drumsHad ‘em begging like bums cause ya wouldn’t give ‘em noneCHORUSHeartlessWe are livin’ in darknessIn a world do heartlessWe are livin’ in blindness, in blindness yeahHeartlessWe are livin’ in darknessNo matter where you’re fromNo matter how ya comeCross the wrong path then you will get doneAin’t no love just painNo sun only rainHad a big effect on a young brother’s brainIt’s time ton initiateNo place to beFigure in order to get up Ya got come straightto the niggasYeahAnd pass the testYa gotta show those mother fuckers that you’re heartlessSlap the clip in the nineYa jump in the rideHeaded straight down for McCartha driveYa pull-ups lowHit the lights down lowHopin’ ya don’t see nobody ya knowNot knowing what to do to impress the crewYa see a little old lady about 62Bla, bla blasted that assThe bitch is inder the groundYa put your foot to the gas And haul assStraight up to seemCrass pitchin’ hard with a gangster LeeCHORUSAt the age of 21A criminal at it’s peakJust walkin’ down the street still is trouble I seeGramblin, girls, goIt’s all for funGot my boy AC to do a small runDreaming’ of viceCold-blooded and niceYou may see me once, but never twiceWait a minuteThis ain’t no dreamIt’s the heartless lifeFloor itAnd it’s all about the dreamDo what I mean and mean what I sayBut don’t try to be like no toy‘cause I’m not for playAnd if it’s trouble you seeThen see used for fine (?)Death in a twineWith a criminal mindThugs and drugsAnd niggas who take slugsMe and state colder than a bug in a rugThe things I do and the things I sayMake it hard on meTo live another day