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  • Verse 1:
    How you gonna take this? like a Man or a ******?
    you gon' get it on ****** or you gon' snitch?
    I represent ******s in the hood gettin' rich
    man, I stack chips and I unload clips
    after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
    some ******s started fightin', some ******s found God
    you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard
    yo, I ran into ******s who used to have Hummers
    big as Hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
    damm Dog, you been in here that long?
    you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
    a convo is only three words, 'yo whattup'
    you ain't gotta work out to leave this ****** cut up
    let a ****** find out you on some goin' home ******t
    and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, ******t
    some ******s beat cases on the strength of they cream
    after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
    I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails
    a ****** I got beef with end up in the same jail
    he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye
    I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high
    and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
    If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down
    ******s you think is real really can't hold they own
    I'll have 'em on some E.T. ******t tryin' to phone home
    in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
    it's similar, infact they'll both split ya dome
    scars are souvenirs, ******s always take 'em home.
    Chorus -
    You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
    Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta)
    rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta)
    you only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta)
    ******s jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
    you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
    ******s ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta)
    If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta)
    Verse 2:
    You'd call me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock
    I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
    when I walk by, ******s like 'Fifty don't play Son'
    'yeah, somethin' really wrong with that ******...'
    max out, I'm goin' straight for the glock
    bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block
    the things that'll happen if ******s say I can't eat
    down goes the window....out goes the heat
    I'll make the whole block look like a ******' trackmeet
    some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
    some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
    ****** pump my packs or pay poor tax
    it's extortion, it happens in the hood often
    claim more lives than choices, free abortions
    Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
    'cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
    I rock ******t 'cause I stay on that block ******t
    that 9mm Ruger to your knot ******t
    see the difference is I'm real and you not, kid
    I still stash crack money in my sock, ******t
    ya'll ******s wanna pop ******t? I pop clips
    leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
    Guiliani and Pataki can't stop this
    since '86 my whole clique pop Criss.
    Chorus
    5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
    1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
    What the ****** you know about that?
  • Verse 1:
    How you gonna take this? like a Man or a ******?
    you gon' get it on ****** or you gon' snitch?
    I represent ******s in the hood gettin' rich
    man, I stack chips and I unload clips
    after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
    some ******s started fightin', some ******s found God
    you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard
    yo, I ran into ******s who used to have Hummers
    big as Hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
    damm Dog, you been in here that long?
    you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
    a convo is only three words, 'yo whattup'
    you ain't gotta work out to leave this ****** cut up
    let a ****** find out you on some goin' home ******t
    and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, ******t
    some ******s beat cases on the strength of they cream
    after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
    I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails
    a ****** I got beef with end up in the same jail
    he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye
    I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high
    and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
    If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down
    ******s you think is real really can't hold they own
    I'll have 'em on some E.T. ******t tryin' to phone home
    in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
    it's similar, infact they'll both split ya dome
    scars are souvenirs, ******s always take 'em home.
    Chorus -
    You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
    Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta)
    rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta)
    you only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta)
    ******s jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
    you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
    ******s ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta)
    If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta)
    Verse 2:
    You'd call me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock
    I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
    when I walk by, ******s like 'Fifty don't play Son'
    'yeah, somethin' really wrong with that ******...'
    max out, I'm goin' straight for the glock
    bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block
    the things that'll happen if ******s say I can't eat
    down goes the window....out goes the heat
    I'll make the whole block look like a ******' trackmeet
    some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
    some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
    ****** pump my packs or pay poor tax
    it's extortion, it happens in the hood often
    claim more lives than choices, free abortions
    Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
    'cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
    I rock ******t 'cause I stay on that block ******t
    that 9mm Ruger to your knot ******t
    see the difference is I'm real and you not, kid
    I still stash crack money in my sock, ******t
    ya'll ******s wanna pop ******t? I pop clips
    leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
    Guiliani and Pataki can't stop this
    since '86 my whole clique pop Criss.
    Chorus
    5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
    1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
    What the ****** you know about that?