I got a head, but ain't no 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 play me like a sunkin' dunkin' donut? I ain't came a way to get checked So give me respect I get wreck or get your mothafuckin' chimp check
Once again, it's your friend Oakland. Hoping I the shit to get ya open Say your looking for some real Then catch a batch like that
on the map 2Pac is on the big screen Gotta love a for survivin' I wear alot of old jewels, look how the fools through, ooh
Stop lookin' at me hard 'cuz buffer But I'll just buck bigger motha fuckas Turnin men to suckas, niggas wanna start a ruckus Better duck 'cuz be poundin' them motha fuckas
They wanna throw their hands up, that's Hit 'em wit' my eight, never had shit left, Then hit 'em wit' the uppercut, duck Shit outta luck, fucked and with that rough shit
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, the radio Do you hear me though? Give a to my niggas in the pen And my murderous wit' their Mac 10's I represent the 'cuz I'm ill, G Glock cocked and then kill me I'm
I got a head, but no screws in it I got a head, but ain't no in it
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the one Mary J. Blidge, Rock and sure you're late son Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Latifah 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 blunted ass dudes Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas, Underground, my real niggas
Raw Fusion, all in confusion Wickeder most men, Spice 1 and Pooh Man TLC, B rockin', then Scarface Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin' the bass
Heads, Poonannynans, the Click [Incomprehensible], Richie Young Guns in the pumpin' the flava [Incomprehensible]DJ for their behavior
Off the head, my freestyle Just a couple of motha that I know I'm strictly strictly representin'--2:30 1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha Damn, who did I
But no screws in it
I'm a soulja, was a soulja Strong in the struggle, must contend so on Raised in a house full of bad fuckas, mad motha fuckas Never had so we grab from the stacked fuckas
Now know me, the homies Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's, ah Pulled up in a benzy, snatch, the wheel as I peel out, catch a cop's Rock shells hit, raise a fist so they know to 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, your fist if you wit' it Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip
Now they wanna me All I wanted to be was a Bang bang boogy stick up now nigga, eat a dick up I'm