[Verse 1]
First question for motherf**ers that's spittin' this "I'm a thug sh**"
You claim you blew out a n***a brain, then what color was it?
A) Reddish like the dark shade of oxygenated blood
B) Brownish like water that's mixed with dirt to make mud
C) Whitish like the man that created the virus to slay us or is it
D) Grayish like a gloomy and rainy day is
Second question strictly for players so state your biz
Tell me exactly what the definition of player is
A) Duke that rock links, flossin' the club and pop drinks
B) The jail n***a that stash the mop ringers and slop sinks
C) The rich rapper who depict the pictures of bigger sixes
D) That broke n***a f**in' the richest n***a b**hes
Movin' right along, question number three is for the females
Never generalize, I'm into details
Other than the fact chicks is too quick to strip and spread
What is it exactly that make a honey a chickenhead?
A) If she'll f** her girl man on some shady sh**
B) Go to clubs but'll leave her mother to babysit
C) Swap s** for materialistic objects
D) All of the above, love, you f**ed up
The fourth question's a question that still ig me
Who do y'all n***as think that it was that k**ed Biggie?
A) Southside Crips cause Puffy owed 'em a grip
B) Some crazy 'Pac fan that flipped and unloaded a clip
C) Missiles from pistols from government officials
D) The same cat that came back and then sang "I Miss You"
[Hook] x2
You never was a k**a; you never bust a gun
You never held the spot down; was never on the run
You never lived my life; you dead in the wrong
Cause you never did none of the sh** that you said in your song
[Verse 2]
With the strength of a hundred baboons
I'll beat your eyes black as a f**in' raccoon's
Leave you covered with stab wounds
Dead in a public bathroom
You like to tighten your face and cuss when you spit
Know what I noticed? That tough sh** is just when you spit
I couldn't picture you bustin' a clip
I could see you s**in' a dick or probably getting f**ed with a stick
Drama with me, son, your baby mama will be
Found in the woods, hangin' by her thong from a tree
You spit my life and won an award
But you can't get my stripes cause you the type to run in a war
Slung jums in front of the store; done it before
Held guns, I'm talkin' at least a hundred or more
Should put a gun to your jaw, to one of your who*es
f** under the covers; we all lovers under the floor
[Hook]
Word is bond, word is bond
Abandoned Nation, we up in this b**h, nahmean, 2k
n***as is outta jail, n***as is coming for n***as heads nahmean
All these fake a** MCs advocating real n***as lives and sh**
Like it's some sweet sheet, nahmean?
sh** is, sh** is, sh** is aggravating god, word up man
Big up my n***a Shyne son, word up, hold your head man
I'ma make sure n***as take care of you up north son
You never was a k**a, you never bust a gun
You never held the spot down, was never on the run
So why you wanna live f**ed up like us?
If they convict J and Puff, good luck on Rikers