Pullin up a 500 with the 20-inch D's
A mutha****a better freeze
When he see me ****in these
Two glocks, bust off a few shots
Catch a mutha****in case like 2Pac
A real ***** gotta have ***** and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin some drugs
A ***** either show love
Or bust slugs in mugs
Time tickin on my Rolex
*****s be watchin me dippin and trippin if I'm heated
Cause I leave they ass deleted, erased
I seen the ***** in his face
When I was pullin on the trigger
One less *****
Enemies stallin, I be killin em all
Cause I got the brains and *****
And I don't beckon for no *****es or no *****s at all
It's r.i.p. on the wall
I be the last ***** standin tall
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Real *****s gotta have ***** and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my mutha****in life on a triple beam
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Don't let your mouth write a check that your ***** can't cash
Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, *****, we on a mash
Ain't no rules to the game, mutha****as run up and blast
Drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash
If it wasn't for rappin I'd be jackin you mutha****as
With the fully automatic, we killers, you can't touch us
Tell me how you gon' deal with the *****s that feed
When they're comin from the city where the murderers bleed
Keep a strap on the side, a A.K., Mac-10
Watchin all my enemies and all my friends
Rollin up on *****s with the Tec in a Benz
Might need checkin my ends, money and power'll win
And when the enemies see me, I'ma dip in the cut
Pull out my Uzi and tear his mutha****in ass up
Mob ****, dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket
Screamin out '**** it'!
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[ VERSE 3 ]
When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket if I didn't die high
My *****s go to war for me in gee rides
Skip the killas, real *****s pack Uzis up in the pillows
Big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels
Puttin *****s in comas if he ain't dead from the blast
Get to hospital, stick a knife in his ass
Mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas
Forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast
Got the morgue on my pager
*****s be talkin 'bout killin me while I'm sleepin in my bed alone
And when I'm headin home they wanna follow me on
Until I tap em with the strap and get to bustin the chrome
It's bullet holes in my hooptie
Some mutha****as rollin round wanna shoot me
It's all bad, live a life on the razor with all eyes on me
These *****s be talkin, but they be so phoney
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