{*automatic gunfire*}
[T. Waters]
Yo, this ain't a motherf**in game n***a
(Real sh**) real sh** (ride out) ride out
(Ride out) RIDE OUT (ride out) RIDE OUT!
E'rybody a k**er until a k**er approaches
And then, all that hocus, pocus boastin
You no wins, callin the field up and the drama done build up
And this poverty's the cards that they dealed us
n***as that will bust behind bars don't act tough
Without no dust, n***as don't go nuts!
I'm good, chain dangle in every hood
Leather and wood, I ain't on no celebrity bull
Could never be full, until my niece is obese
Won't sleep 'til e'ry one of my folks eat
Dig a ditch, large amount {?} high G
My n***a {?} go to sleep with a mac on the sheets
And now, we done started some new sh**, exclusive
Gangsta, if you refuse it, you stupid
WHOO KID? No not the DJ, the D.A
Play what he say on replay, what you did
Instead of 1-2, n***as doin two bids
He got life, you slid to a new crib
And no one know where you live
But e'rybody know exactly what you did
n***as'll act cool 'til they get them a lil' bid, sh**
That's when they flip and start to act like a little b**h
My, n***a for life, motherf**er's a hypocrite
The way the bullet hit him probably think they was intimate
I'll stand on feet like planted trees
I'm on my A-game, never switch plans to B
The man you see, see, I got plans to be
In position where I ain't gotta carry grams with me
When I ride 45 in my hand with me
Gangsta clique, organized, we a family
And when the last gun fire and the smoke clear
We gon' be standin right there like sh** 'chea
I got the 40 on me homey, not a big beer
And guerilla n***as actin like big bears
My man Ruger up in Vancouver with the Landcruiser
That's my mans and, he was hand to hand distributors
Heard blam, n***as hoppin out of vans tryin to shoot us
Shot back, n***a hit the gas tank, sh** blew up
{*KABOOM*}