(*talking*)
Listen, I wouldn't give a f** if I get Ross Perot rich
You'll never catch me slipping, that's on the one n***a
I keep sh** tight cause I'm a solid n***a, you heard me
Even when I'm smoking on some doe-doe, or sipping on some mo-mo
I always keep the 4-4, what what
[Magic]
You f**ing with n***as, that's bout chilling
You f**ing with n***as, that's bout k**ing and digging a lot of holes
You playing with grown men, that'll beat you to mush
No matter the money or power, you could be touched
Ashes to ashes, n***a dust to dust
You shorten your own life, when you f** with us
See I was nurtured, by the bosom of the block
That told me in a heated situation, grab the Glock and pop
Unil it stops and never turn back, you understand
Soon as you feel remorse, them n***as got the upper hand
You'll never, catch this n***a slipping
My periferal vision, one big up on your on intentions so
[Hook - 2x]
So even when you catch me, smoking on the doe-doe
Or sipping, on a taste of mo-mo
I never leave the crib, without the fo'-fo' that's a no-no
Somebody leaving with a bo-bo, up in they go-go
[Magic]
Repetitive n***as I go against, they don't have a chance
They won't survive, they'll tell you I'm a hell of a man
I devour the weak, and dissesemble the strong
So called rappers, with song after song
When will the world understand, that I can't be stopped
It won't be as easy, as it was with Pac
I'm smarter now, took a situation and learned
Can't trust a n***a, cause n***as'll get you burned
Watch paparazzi, a lot of stories'll turn
Trying to get you k**ed, behind the same money you earn
Shot my dog, scared of the power that he possessed
But it ain't over n***a, guess who's next
[Hook - 2x]
[Magic]
Give me a reason, I'll open fire like it's k**-a-n***a season
You heathens, don't deserve breathing
I s** the life out of your body, with every word that I speak
And when I'm finished, I'm hoping that that you deceased
I keep my enemies close, watch they moves I ain't no fool
Just because, I dropped out of school
It's called common sense, and street smarts
Too much heart'll get you tossed in the park, n***a lost in the dark
I live the laws of my land, where it's k** or be k**ed
So don't question, if this pistol in my hand is real
Don't question if the stories, that you heard are real
Just understand n***a, this is how I was born for real
[Hook - 3x]