no future in it

lil rob, yeah, it's kinda fucked up man, all these kids wanna be grown up, "gangsta gangsta" and all that kinda shit, yeah i'll be honest wit'chu eh, you smoke marihuana dawg but that's about it, it's better to cut loose eh y'know?, chamaco's on the calle livin la vida loca, eleven years old, experimenting with drogas, smoke a little weed, snort a little coca, i'll just try it one time homey to see que onda, it's so addictive and they get so addicted, becomes a habit they gotta have it and they can't kick it, there's nothin funny about bein a druggie, i know a lot of people fucked up, became a junkie, used to dress clean started lookin kinda bummy, true what they say you can learn a lot from a dummy, you get wrapped up in it, like a mummy, next thing you know you're in your hefa'a purse stealin her money, and you got it so bad, if you ain't got it you go mad, won't stop until you get a toetag, somebody please, gimme just a minute homey, to let them know that there ain't no future in it homey, we like to get all fucked up y'know, homes?, {"there ain't no future in it homey"}, we do drugs 'til we're all sucked up y'know, homes?, {"there ain't no future in it homey"}, i smoke weed cause it grows from a seed but that other shit, {"there ain't, no future, in it"}, cauae if it makes you scratched and bleed, twitch and shit, {"homey i ain't fuckin with it"}, hey homes just like mrs. jones, we both know, that it's wrong but it's much too strong to let it go, some do, some don't, the ones that don't are fucked, always end up stuck in a rut, in love with the drug, do sick shit for a fix, too many good people ended up in that mix, they scratch and they twitch, they stand and they sit, but they can't sit still, the drug's the chill pill, they do what they do, and i'll let 'em be, cause in reality they ain't botherin me, even though it's kinda fucked up to see, i can only feel lucky, that that isn't me, but you know it coulda easily been, it's not like it wasn't around all over the town, people lookin for the drogas, their head in the ground, another overdose, another body was found, i don't have to prove to you what i been through, just lettin you know i seen and what i been into, we'd go out, we'd stay late 'til the day breaks, we'd be in cisco drinkin and huffin spraypaint, sparkin it up, pointin the spray plate, gettin fucked up 'til we can't see straight, hit the calles to go start some havoc, and go gangbangin in my homeboy's maverick, i remember, bumpin some ace fly, my cuete's loaded and so am i, and you could tell by the look in my eyes, that i ain't givin a fuck homeboy, we live to die, but that was just the thing to do at the time, get together, get high, and go pull some crimes, but the truth is, you've got a fucked up mentality, bet, you're gonna get a fucked up reality, check,