How you take this? like a Man or a bitch? you get it on nigga or you gon' snitch? I represent niggas in the gettin' rich man, I stack and I unload clips after 3 Summers in the jail I life was hard some niggas started fightin', some found God you know me, sellin' leek in the yard yo, I ran into niggas who used to Hummers big as Hell in the joint '86 numbers Dog, you been in here that long? you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is wrong a convo is three words, "yo whattup" you gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up let a nigga find out you on some home shit and you tryin' to bounce payin' a loan, shit niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream after the disappeared on the strength of they team I'm hard as to get along wit' so it never fails a I got beef with end up in the same jail he had a L in bible paper blowin' the lye I sent him a little kite just to be his high and when I shot you in why would I box you now? If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you niggas you think is real really can't hold own have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home in here a gemstar is a Nine Milly chrome it's similar, infact they'll both ya dome are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home.
You got over the jack? (that ain't gangsta) Your Man ran you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta) rockin' a vest no gat? (that ain't gangsta) you only a when you rap? (that ain't gangsta) niggas jooked you for your track? (that gangsta) you ran to other to get it back? (that ain't gangsta) niggas ran off with your (that ain't gangsta) If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that gangsta)
2:] You'd me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock I stay in a box cats be when I'm visitin' pop-ulation when I walk by, niggas like "Fifty play Son" "yeah, somethin' really wrong with nigga..." max out, I'm goin' for the glock a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block the things that'll if niggas say I can't eat down the window... out goes the heat I'll make the whole look like a fuckin' trackmeet some get it in the leg, get it in the back some get it in the foot, bleed all over airmax nigga my packs or pay poor tax it's extortion, it in the hood often claim more than choices, free abortions Rich Nice says I got a problem the dice 'cause I put the title to the Benz on the twice I rock 'cause I stay on that block shit that 9mm Ruger to your shit see the is I'm real and you not, kid I still stash crack money in my sock, ya'll niggas wanna pop I pop clips with your blood on my mink in the drop Six Guiliani and Pataki stop this since '86 my whole pop Criss.
5-5-1 BLLLAAAP! BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP! What the fuck you know about