Nigga, Nigga!! Dayum.. I neva dis rap shit Could have a nigga wit his own homebois, ya'know? fucked up, but dis how it goes...
Came up (Yuh!), I did my Dis is so I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!) Started a dream like Martin Luther King 'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' (Huh!) Switched my game up, from tha bottom (Why?!) My Daughter on tha way I don't these problems (Aiight) Find me a new job - I rap So I got a new squad, got out tha trap Didn't have too many niggas ridin' me then (Uh) But now everybody wanna in my Benz (Uhh!!) Dis one dat I called a friend of mine He was really there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!) But I stayed on tha grind, in tha line Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due (Nigga!) My blessin' came and started to listin G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!) To wit' a nigga, and make his own bread Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did I can He got a lil' man dat he called his (Yeah!) I took him in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!) Brought him round 50 to him what he got He at me quickly and said he was hot We was on our way, to tha top But my feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh) His frustration in, now here we go My feelin' like I owe a lil' mo' Meanwhile dis tha 1st my album out (Okayye!) Shit my own damn mama have a house (Phureal!) focused tha way I post dis When tha on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh) got bad, my homeboi really got mad 'Cause he started everythang dat he had (Aahh!) Nobody to blame but who else, who? He started sendin' sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!) Now I can't live around dis beef (Nah) Dis New York, my city ain't big enough So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy guns and shit (C'monn) Askin' The Lord how did it to dis (Why?!) he goes, right there with his toy souljas I'm all by myself, git dis ova Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody Where my at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!) nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!) But one of his souljas a gun from his waist (Dayum!!) I started to shoot, but I in his eyes And then i realized dat he wanned die So it's to my homeboi, Wussup now?! He like "Damn Buck, you actin' fucked up now" I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah me." Glock out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh) A car opens, and who do I see?! My homeboi who was down wit' me He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya up" (What?!) I wadn't thinkin' I fucked ya man up Picked up my strap, in my 'Lac truck (C'monn) Told my "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!) Weeks by, and we got back cool First it's shame on 'em, it's shame on you (You!) these same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye) Doin' all kinds'a shit my back now Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some (Aiight!) But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war homeboi
They in ya face All tha time they take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..) They smilin' in ya All tha time they wanna ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)