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[Verse 1 - Obie
claim to be hard
But deep inside, you know you the pussiest nigga out of your squad
Type to get stuck up, start to God
if I don't get popped, I'm in a Mas' with a law
No more street dreams, your like to focus on them street things
As if street niggaz wouldn't your street dreams

- Rakim sample scratched by DJ Grouch]
"Know I mean?"

[Verse 2 - Trice]
claim to be tough, shit, that's a bluff
Niggaz know if they in the club wouldn't budge
Since you with man all of a sudden you a thug
That comes with mean and flesh gettin plugged, nigga
"2Pacalypse Now"
But hate the thought six feet down
And everybody tough, dog you ain't
You's a drunk with one gat and a crew full of
Frontin hardcode your body left in lumps
Lucky the hospital in that nigga's trunk, that's what you

[Verse 3 - Obie
still kills me
Portrayin, Tony Montana, man, it was just a
don't move me
Y'all niggaz' faker than a bitch with implants in her and booty
How the fuck you gon' me
you got the clip backwards in the Uzi?
Niggaz feel real thugs, then feel them real slugs
And feel that the streets, wasn't for us
cats is really hilarious
But ain't shit funny when your dick's in the dust and the ambulance

[Verse 4 - Obie
The bullet strikes your
For thirty seconds, your twitchin, your body in a
After you're gone, everybody lookin
Niggaz and bitches, everybody and
Homicide late, in the pavement
Around your physique, in the streets layin
baby mama screamin, bitch went hoarse
'Cause your life was at one forty-four
A.M., ambulance [siren], can't save 'em
You at the County by six in the a.m.
Your get the phone call, drop the horn
She boohooin her Boo Boo is now gone
to be strong
She at the Morgue, in the conference room, with the TV screen on
"my baby!"
All your stupid ass wanna be crazy