Too many brothas and sistas who want to be thugs
What most of yall need to do is get together and get a group hug
Dyin out here on these streets before you even get good and livin
The facts don't lie to anyone out there who out there runnin the streets
It's just a matter of time before the game begins to call your name
Out there searchin real hard to get street fame
The gunz are loaded with many rounds and when they blast they hit any name
You may or may not live after all of the shells hit the ground
Too many of yall livin in some fantazy world thinkin yall can't be found
So proud of the name that you have earned through out the city hoods
Too bad my brotha that you never learned the game,you never understood
Now you have the challenge everyday of where you can and can't go
Nobody is gonna do a stand in for you when the bullets start to fly
Everyone is gonna go this way or run that way,leavin you standin on your own
Now you are all left alone cause you were,"Dyin To Be Known"
