[DJ Paul & Juicy J adlibs]
[Chorus: DJ Paul] (x4)
It's hard not to k** n***as
It's like an everyday job not to k** n***as
So what's a n***a to do
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Me and my n***a had plenty a blunts
And we had to get a half G of that Henn
I swerved up into the damn liquor store
Law hides, f**ed up, I'm droppin' my yak in the stash pot
Forever it took the sh** seemed
Cause the trick most had sweated me full of the D
I was searchin' my pockets and then I heard poppin
To run out and see that my n***a was bleedin'
Is was Indo G and MC Mack and the Lord in bomber
Hummer rollin' with the gun and Pat
Finna fix these fools up a little snack
Toss a few Pat, cuz, blow 'em up off the track
They was talkin' sh** the other day
Now the Prophet Posse got and offer
Now they gonna turn away
And the goddamn vomit out the stomach
Servin' one, the Scarecrow servin' Henn at the cemetary
I was sippin' on the brew, hittin' two true
Smokin' on the crew, got a call from the damn fool
Said he had the Three 6 held hostage
Tryin' to get a blood pool spread on the evenin' news
Then we round up the squad got The Maf and The Kaz
We loadin' up the cars with the hollow tools
And we comin on a run through the yard
And a n***a gonna knock
Triple Six wanna pop it at you
Now we've got half way over the back of this four stories 'fore he fall, ten story drop
n***a wanna cross me, better get a sponge to wipe up your mangled-a** body
You better bring some danger toys
When you f**in' with the Mafia boys
Don't war wit' is we be causin' a scramble
We blowed out your candle, and we come out victorious
[Chorus: DJ Paul] (x4)
It's hard not to k** n***as
It's like an everyday job not to k** n***as
So what's a n***a to do
[Verse 2: MC Mack]
It's seems that every f**in' day I tend to dwell more by myself
My competitors run, when I co*k my gun
I blast cause I'm forced to live by my rep
My k**a Klan Kaze, like the Nazi's
Cause we takin' you for hostage
MC Mack, ho, be my street name
Cause I'm cliqued by Prophet Posse
You can't stop me so just watch me
Left you spooked cause I flashed your set
Too many motherf**ers, they know my face
But I don't know them, so I sport a vest
Don't test my thugs, homey, show no love
Remorse ain't in me, don't f** with scrubs
Get shot and robbed, 19 pull the trunk down point beam, dump those buck shot slugs
Consist of k**az, coffin fillers, sign your soul to my dotted line
Renig your sins and the d**h in the end
Tombstone read, young n***a was blind
Tryin' to see me, you can't be me
So just flex on the other direction
If the milli miss ya, hollow points'll hit ya
In other words you're f**ed with no protection
Smith & Wesson, got you stressin'
Tape his mouth up while he's restin'
Put them yawk thangs to his dome
When he awakens, bet he with Satan
Life was taken, d**h you facin'
Hollow points, they got you racin'
Caught you slippin', like a magician
On your a**, spray this n***a, WHAT'S UP!
[Chorus: DJ Paul] x4
It's hard not to k** n***as
It's like and everyday job not to k** n***as
So what's a n***a to do
[DJ Paul & Juicy J adlibs]