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

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

2 - Obie Trice]
Niggaz to be tough, shit, that's a bluff
Niggaz know if they solo in the wouldn't budge
Since you with your man all of a you a thug
That with mean mugs and flesh gettin plugged, nigga
"2Pacalypse Now"
But everybody hate the thought six feet
And everybody tough, dog you tough
You's a drunk with one gat and a full of chumps
Frontin hardcode when your body left in
Lucky the in that nigga's trunk, that's what you want?

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

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