[ VERSE 1 ]
Pullin up a 500 with the 20-inch D's
A muthaf**a better freeze
When he see me co*kin these
Two glocks, bust off a few shots
Catch a muthaf**in case like 2Pac
A real n***a gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the k**ers and thugs
And might be dealin some d**
A n***a either show love
Or bust slugs in mugs
Time tickin on my Rolex
n***as be watchin me dippin and trippin if I'm heated
Cause I leave they a** deleted, erased
I seen the b**h in his face
When I was pullin on the trigger
One less n***a
Enemies stallin, I be k**in em all
Cause I got the brains and balls
And I don't beckon for no b**hes or no n***as at all
It's r.i.p. on the wall
I be the last n***a standin tall
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Real n***as gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
s**ers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my muthaf**in life on a triple beam
[ VERSE 2 ]
Don't let your mouth write a check that your balls can't cash
Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, n***a, we on a mash
Ain't no rules to the game, muthaf**as run up and blast
Drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash
If it wasn't for rappin I'd be jackin you muthaf**as
With the fully automatic, we k**ers, you can't touch us
Tell me how you gon' deal with the n***as that feed
When they're comin from the city where the murderers bleed
Keep a strap on the side, a A.K., Mac-10
Watchin all my enemies and all my friends
Rollin up on n***as with the Tec in a Benz
Might need checkin my ends, money and power'll win
And when the enemies see me, I'ma dip in the cut
Pull out my Uzi and tear his muthaf**in a** up
Mob sh**, dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket
Screamin out 'f** it'!
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[ VERSE 3 ]
When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket if I didn't die high
My n***as go to war for me in gee rides
Skip the k**as, real n***as pack Uzis up in the pillows
Big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels
Puttin n***as in comas if he ain't dead from the blast
Get to hospital, stick a knife in his a**
Mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas
Forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast
Got the morgue on my pager
n***as be talkin 'bout k**in me while I'm sleepin in my bed alone
And when I'm headin home they wanna follow me on
Until I tap em with the strap and get to bustin the chrome
It's bullet holes in my hooptie
Some muthaf**as rollin round wanna shoot me
It's all bad, live a life on the razor with all eyes on me
These n***as be talkin, but they be so phoney
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