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[Verse 1 - Obie
Niggaz to be hard
But deep down inside, you know you the pussiest 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 like to focus on them street things
As if street niggaz wouldn't strip street dreams

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

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

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

[Verse 4 - Obie
The bullet strikes dome
For thirty seconds, twitchin, your body in a zone
After that you're gone, lookin
Niggaz and bitches, shook and
late, chalk in the pavement
Around physique, in the streets you're 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 Morgue by six in the a.m.
Your get the phone call, drop the horn
She boohooin 'cause her Boo Boo is now
Tryin to be
She at the Morgue, in the conference room, with the TV screen on
"my baby!"
All 'cause your stupid ass wanna be