[Intro: 50 sample] Fix your face nigga! Look at fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of monkeys...
(Mr. Porter!)
[Chorus: Pharoahe I shot, I been stabbed I took all that I to give And I never ran, have Just so all you niggaz can I thought there would come a day When my people would turn me And it really me apart Cause I deserve a Heart Nigga you should me, nigga you should salute me you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Nigga you salute me, nigga you should salute me I, I showed you what a soldier's about, nigga you should me
Budden] Typical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and it The hood I'm the dude that governed it Paved the way for my sons, laid down the cement for my Ain't my fault y'all got in it Lately, it change like the weather, one minute they me then hate me; I'm through with shenanigans I don't if dudes ain't a fan of him Can't checkmate a nigga with the moves of a mannequin 'bout they wan' go somewhere to meet me Man they just wan' go to meet me Easy don't involve in it Got the key to my city, how the FUCK you you got locked in it? Bitch!
Da 5'9"] 21 On the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun Bloody funds is what murder money 21 bodies on all 21 You from the D and you don't fuck me, you lame The streets and the internet with me the same So later for that punk Cause nigga I'll smoke you, that's why say I stay on that blunt shit Niggaz'll you up before they wet your lady up Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut baby up And I'm in line with the I hold niggaz down doin in the feds Pharoahe to 'em
[Joell Properly greet a I'd have to take steps down to be on a I am what the 1-8 the 7 do Give it my all but you more, you lil' beggar you! Mean it's terrible, I showed hip-hop anyone's Never give somethin not respectable Never somethin that's not incredible sold my soul for numbers left of the decimal I done fucked up movements cerebral palsy You don't know me, don't pause me - I'll throw at you I earned e'ry stripe and you know it When you see me put yo' hand on yo' and push it forward
I] Before shots land on your and push it forward Eastside Long Beach, I'm only four words I a street massacre You haters know I broke bread with at half of ya Out of town, hundred pound weed Got rockin Long Beach fitteds in East Africa I been stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect Like my Street niggaz I got a Purple Heart I kill your bitch at the salon on Windham take a nap on your lawn on a Louis Vuitton pillow Waitin for you to run out and say out your face frontin, dumb out and spray somethin Bloaw! So now