I got a head, but no screws in it I got a head, but ain't no in it I got a head, but no screws in it
Roll up and get swoll up, up How ya gonna me like a sunkin' dunkin' donut? I ain't came a way to get checked So me respect when I get wreck or get your mothafuckin' chimp check
again, it's your friend outta Oakland. Hoping I rock the shit to get ya Say looking for some real shit Then a funkdified batch like that
on the map 2Pac is on the big strivin' Gotta a nigga for survivin' I wear of old schools jewels, look how the fools through, ooh
Stop lookin' at me 'cuz your buffer But just buck then bigger motha fuckas Turnin men to suckas, niggas wanna start a little Better duck 'cuz I'll be poundin' them fuckas
They throw their hands up, that's tight Hit 'em wit' my eight, never had left, right Then hit 'em wit' the uppercut, quick Shit outta luck, fucked and stuck that rough shit
Fuck a pop song, video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio Do you hear me though? Give a to my niggas in the pen And my murderous parteners their Mac 10's I represent the real I'm ill, G Glock cocked and they kill me I'm
I got a head, but ain't no in it I got a head, but ain't no in it
to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one Mary J. Blidge, Rock and sure you're late son Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Too Short, Toni Tone [Incomprehensible]
And the Special fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest And Jungle Brothas Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice House of Pain, funky ass white dudes Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas, Digital Underground, my niggas
Raw Fusion, all in house Wickeder than most men, 1 and Pooh Man TLC, Eric B rockin', then Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin' the bass
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the [Incomprehensible], Richie Young Guns in the house pumpin' the [Incomprehensible]DJ Ditch for behavior
Off the head, my flow Just a of motha fuckas that I know I'm strictly [Incomprehensible]I'm representin'--2:30 1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha Damn, who did I
But ain't no in it
I'm a soulja, daddy was a Strong in the struggle, must so it's on Raised in a house full of bad motha fuckas, mad fuckas Never had so we grab from the motha fuckas
Now they know me, the Raised by crazed ass well payed OG's, ah shit Pulled up in a benzy, snatch, the wheel as I out, catch a cop's tail shells hit, raise a fist so they know to make a hit
Can I it? I may get wicked as I rip it To get specific, If the fits, then kick it It's for the gifted, pump your if you wit' it Here's your to see Mr. Wicked rip shit
Now they wanna me All I to be was a soulja Bang bang boogy it's up Quit now nigga, eat a up I'm