Yea yea, what Uh, terror squad Uh, from the streets to the jail cell I mean, my *****z is facin death penalties and all that Charlie rock el d Yea yea, this go out to you my ***** Yo, yo Verse 1: Aint no solution for this Since day one i been true to this **** Often *****z try to shoot but they miss I been provin to hit so you know its really real I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil Self made millionaire status We all gettin money but its funny how mine makes *****z maddest Come at us if you ready for war Whoever you are Leave you dead in your hall leakin red on the floor Better than ya'll *****z need to face the facts Since the days of crack i been blazin gats - tryin to raise my stats Tracin back - you could find me at a racin track Laced in black - bettin on a horse called amazin jack Joey crack's the illest - fully backed my killaz Hoppin outta 18 wheelas - like mad gorillas *****z need to calm they nerves when i'm concerned Cause if you didn't know by now - you all gone learn Chorus: i ain't know you really want it How am i supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin Dont want no people wantin to play my game And if you really want the problems ***** say my name Bring it on, come on I ain't know you really want it How am i supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin Dont want no people wantin to play my game And if you really want the problems ***** say my name Bring it on, come on Verse 2: I puts it down with pun Now all i do is lounge in the sun Look what i done from the slums - to sportin 5 thousand and ones See the ice glitter - i only walk with them nice *****z Sheist *****z that quit it for doin life *****z You had a judge - we came through in the clutch Fifty fifth- aint no what to do when i came through wit'cha The don polly - you could find me as fresh as denali In times probably even marching at a shaufton (?) rally I often carry thats the price of fame Got precise the fame snipe u with the rifle and unlight your brain It aint a game - its real *****z with real guns That still run - caught a box- and pump ox by the millions Before the children thats confusin life The voodoo type that'll pull out the uz (uzi) and make you lose your life The news is tight - i got em hangin by the neck Man you tanglin with vets when you bangin with ts (what, what the ****!)
Yea yea, what Uh, terror squad Uh, from the streets to the jail cell I mean, my *****z is facin death penalties and all that Charlie rock el d Yea yea, this go out to you my ***** Yo, yo Verse 1: Aint no solution for this Since day one i been true to this **** Often *****z try to shoot but they miss I been provin to hit so you know its really real I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil Self made millionaire status We all gettin money but its funny how mine makes *****z maddest Come at us if you ready for war Whoever you are Leave you dead in your hall leakin red on the floor Better than ya'll *****z need to face the facts Since the days of crack i been blazin gats - tryin to raise my stats Tracin back - you could find me at a racin track Laced in black - bettin on a horse called amazin jack Joey crack's the illest - fully backed my killaz Hoppin outta 18 wheelas - like mad gorillas *****z need to calm they nerves when i'm concerned Cause if you didn't know by now - you all gone learn Chorus: i ain't know you really want it How am i supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin Dont want no people wantin to play my game And if you really want the problems ***** say my name Bring it on, come on I ain't know you really want it How am i supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin Dont want no people wantin to play my game And if you really want the problems ***** say my name Bring it on, come on Verse 2: I puts it down with pun Now all i do is lounge in the sun Look what i done from the slums - to sportin 5 thousand and ones See the ice glitter - i only walk with them nice *****z Sheist *****z that quit it for doin life *****z You had a judge - we came through in the clutch Fifty fifth- aint no what to do when i came through wit'cha The don polly - you could find me as fresh as denali In times probably even marching at a shaufton (?) rally I often carry thats the price of fame Got precise the fame snipe u with the rifle and unlight your brain It aint a game - its real *****z with real guns That still run - caught a box- and pump ox by the millions Before the children thats confusin life The voodoo type that'll pull out the uz (uzi) and make you lose your life The news is tight - i got em hangin by the neck Man you tanglin with vets when you bangin with ts (what, what the ****!)
