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[Verse 1 - Obie
Niggaz 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 with a law
No more street dreams, your brain like to focus on them street
As if street wouldn't strip your street dreams

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

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

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

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