[Intro: Kurupt]
Black flood, feel me
Yeah, slice (slice)
Bonzi J. Wells, Kurupt Young Gotti, n***a
Feel me, real talk, gangsta
[Kurupt]
My life, my family - they hate me
They wanna execute me, f** around and shoot me
Damn, do I gotta change my whole mind state?
Throw a brick up, new nickel to eighth
I gotta go to a different world
Cuz right here is a motherf**in nightmare
It's Young Gotti, I'm always the motherf**ing underdog, dawg
Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all..
Do families turn there backs over emotions or acts?
Turn their back over emotional acts?
Do they fall in emotional traps?
Do it transpire into emotional collapse?
From nickel's and mac's, over bread and b**hes, poetics and rap's
Or who they choose to do business with or perhaps, we talkin bout family
I can't believe my eyes, it's the stand up, fall and rise
All cuz how cuz I'm f**in with Blood
Oh this n***as hot cuz I'm f**in with cuz
Oh this n***a got problems because of this
He read an article and thought a n***a tried to dis
When we was young we use to roll like a all nighter
Then roll a pimp game kicked in and popped collars
Me and one of my brothers use to be the tightest group
Until this motherf**in day, we the tighest group
I can't help it if a n***a make a sudden change
Would it be a different game if it wasn't change?
Would we be as close as we was in '93?
I can't help but think a little bit differently
I can't help but think we might even be closer
We use to be back to back holdin toasters
[Chorus: Kurupt]
I didn't change..
When y'all n***as wanted to stay - I didn't change
When things wasn't going our way - I didn't change
When y'all n***as wanted the verse
The shoe was on a different foot and the roles reversed - I didn't change
When n***as use to call us wack
Like "f** the Westcoast" and never call us back - I didn't change
When n***as was talkin sh**
Talkin bout they ain't f**in with us - I never changed, n***a
[Interlude: Kurupt] *scratched*
Give me mines, give me mines n***a
This is for the homies
"It was ninteen nintey three"
Blaze that sh** up
This is for the homies..
[Kurupt]
I'm about to change motherf**in rules
Here first like wild motherf**in bulls
I'ma make something for n***as to link about
And leave the whole hood with something to think about
I can't help but think a million times a day
A n***a got about a million things he gotta say
I never been the type to beat around the bush
My big homie introduced me to Benz's and cush
God grant me the strength to go the length, the width
With a little bit of that and a bit of this
It's f**ed up that a n***a that I barely know
Would give it up to me but my homies won't
My success pattern is in a constant shake
It's like film making without no film to make
It's like hang gliding but I can't hang
And now n***as tryin to kick me out my game
All because of where I choose to lay my hat
All because of where a motherf**ers at
I'm feelin like I'm falling like dead leaves
It like I'm swingin from vines like Tarzan
I'm about to take another trip to Tarzana
Pop something for a motherf**er to go bananas
Rack up the gauge, cuz I can feel it coming
It's the heater home in the summer, I feel it coming
My kids my main priority, you thority, agility, ability
My tranquility to toss a typhoon at the moon
Hurricane spread through the saloon like alien goons and harpoons
I could do this sh** by myself
I'd rather be read then be placed back on the shelf
I'ma motherf**in G, n***a, forever til I die DP, n***a
I love y'all cuz..