Nigga, Nigga!! Dayum.. I knew dis rap shit Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, fucked up, but dis how it goes...
Came up (Yuh!), I did my Dis is so real I sayin' no names (Nah!) Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther 'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my fuckin' team (Huh!) Switched my game up, started from tha (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 wit' me then (Uh) But now everybody wanna ride in my (Uhh!!) Dis one nigga dat I called a of mine He was really right there 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 people to listin It's G-Unit now so I put him in (Owh!) To ride wit' a nigga, and his own bread give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can He got a man dat he called his artist (Yeah!) I took him right in like "Damn, let's dis." (C'monn!) Brought him round 50 to show him he got He at me quickly and said he was hot We was on our way, to tha top But my homeboi feel like his man need to (Uh ohh) His kicks in, now here we go My homeboi feelin' I owe a lil' mo' Meanwhile dis tha 1st my album out (Okayye!) Shit my own damn didn't have a house (Phureal!) focused tha way I post dis When tha lights on, you can see tha (Uh huh) Shit got bad, my homeboi got mad he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!) Nobody to blame but who else, Guess He started sendin' threats sayin' what he do (Whudd!!) Now I can't live dis beef stuff (Nah) Dis ain't New York, my 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?!) There he goes, right with his toy souljas I'm all by myself, git dis ova Dogg on the whole crowd, don't nobody move Where my homeboi at, he say he gon' do? (Huh!) nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!) But one of his souljas pull a gun from his (Dayum!!) I started to shoot, but I looked in his And then i dat he didn't wanned die So it's to my homeboi, Wussup now?! He "Damn Buck, you really actin' fucked up now" I'm "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me." Glock still out nobody near me (Unh uh) A car opens, and who do I see?! My homeboi artist who was down me He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya up" (What?!) I thinkin' I just fucked ya man up up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn) Told my "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!) Weeks went by, and we got cool it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!) 'Cause same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye) Doin' all shit behind my back now Wanna sleep wit' tha to make some noise? (Aiight!) But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war homeboi
They in ya face All tha time they wanna take ya (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..) They smilin' in ya All tha time they wanna ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)