nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
of shit Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed man They givin' me what me need man, when I light my blunt Fold the niggas up in me hood, so when we smoke
with me? Y'all say you real, then we'll see Will you ride for me? Will you die for me? If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me? There he go, now slowly
if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness Then in reality you took care of your business But regardless I know you wanna kill me But I ain't goin' out like dat Ya feel me
like niggas Mexicans on the border White boys saying kill em Politicians playing puppet Gotta answer me this Do you believe you really God? My answer is this Did you
end of the number in my bank account, Nigga aintcha, mad at me I'm so happy to see, That you stopped yo life to watch mine, Yeah you see it fool, Snoops
Something for you haters... (and imitators) Something for you haters... (and purpetrators) It's the real... hip hop... hey... Something for you haters... (any imitators) Something for you
letting you know I know what you need I'll turn you around This beautiful town And then you'll believe When your eyes they deceive you It's easy, don
it's Brick City in here Blazin' like Biggie passed us a semi in here Don't sleep, stay wide awoke You dialed Doc, not dial-a-joke Crawl or you'll die
honor Like, "Fuck the world", that's my persona, love drama Drop a buildin' like Osama, you vagina I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas Try to forget me
(Murphy Lee) So basically I'm a joke right? Look me in the eyes and tell me if you don't lie When are you that shoes untied before you know it method
you understand bitch? Because I don't understand none of it ho You just a ho to me bitch, you nasty ho, ho, ho So what you sayin', you've never let
, no They probably throw me straight to jail I tell you life just ain't what it used to be Between you and me, exclusively Everybody's changed, were
damn town to get killed It's all about the game and nothin' else You come out here, you better watch yourself 'Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered I told you the pain was comin' You wouldn't listen You tried to play me like a joke? Now who got the last
got five on that thing, man We got, uh, Dru Down We got the Luniz (Shock G) Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1 You say you got five on my tenda You can