Pullin up a 500 with the 20-inch D's A mutha****a better freeze When he see me ****in these Two glocks, bust off a few shots Catch a mutha****in case like 2Pac A real ***** gotta have ***** and brains To maintain in the game Livin in the city with the killers and thugs And might be dealin some drugs A ***** either show love Or bust slugs in mugs Time tickin on my Rolex *****s be watchin me dippin and trippin if I'm heated Cause I leave they ass deleted, erased I seen the ***** in his face When I was pullin on the trigger One less ***** Enemies stallin, I be killin em all Cause I got the brains and ***** And I don't beckon for no *****es or no *****s at all It's r.i.p. on the wall I be the last ***** standin tall [ CHORUS ] Real *****s gotta have ***** and brains To maintain in the game Suckers dream of schemes A baller fiend for cream I weigh my mutha****in life on a triple beam [ VERSE 2 ] Don't let your mouth write a check that your ***** can't cash Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, *****, we on a mash Ain't no rules to the game, mutha****as run up and blast Drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash If it wasn't for rappin I'd be jackin you mutha****as With the fully automatic, we killers, you can't touch us Tell me how you gon' deal with the *****s that feed When they're comin from the city where the murderers bleed Keep a strap on the side, a A.K., Mac-10 Watchin all my enemies and all my friends Rollin up on *****s with the Tec in a Benz Might need checkin my ends, money and power'll win And when the enemies see me, I'ma dip in the cut Pull out my Uzi and tear his mutha****in ass up Mob ****, dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket Screamin out '**** it'! [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket if I didn't die high My *****s go to war for me in gee rides Skip the killas, real *****s pack Uzis up in the pillows Big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels Puttin *****s in comas if he ain't dead from the blast Get to hospital, stick a knife in his ass Mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas Forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast Got the morgue on my pager *****s be talkin 'bout killin me while I'm sleepin in my bed alone And when I'm headin home they wanna follow me on Until I tap em with the strap and get to bustin the chrome It's bullet holes in my hooptie Some mutha****as rollin round wanna shoot me It's all bad, live a life on the razor with all eyes on me These *****s be talkin, but they be so phoney [ CHORUS ]
Pullin up a 500 with the 20-inch D's A mutha****a better freeze When he see me ****in these Two glocks, bust off a few shots Catch a mutha****in case like 2Pac A real ***** gotta have ***** and brains To maintain in the game Livin in the city with the killers and thugs And might be dealin some drugs A ***** either show love Or bust slugs in mugs Time tickin on my Rolex *****s be watchin me dippin and trippin if I'm heated Cause I leave they ass deleted, erased I seen the ***** in his face When I was pullin on the trigger One less ***** Enemies stallin, I be killin em all Cause I got the brains and ***** And I don't beckon for no *****es or no *****s at all It's r.i.p. on the wall I be the last ***** standin tall [ CHORUS ] Real *****s gotta have ***** and brains To maintain in the game Suckers dream of schemes A baller fiend for cream I weigh my mutha****in life on a triple beam [ VERSE 2 ] Don't let your mouth write a check that your ***** can't cash Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, *****, we on a mash Ain't no rules to the game, mutha****as run up and blast Drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash If it wasn't for rappin I'd be jackin you mutha****as With the fully automatic, we killers, you can't touch us Tell me how you gon' deal with the *****s that feed When they're comin from the city where the murderers bleed Keep a strap on the side, a A.K., Mac-10 Watchin all my enemies and all my friends Rollin up on *****s with the Tec in a Benz Might need checkin my ends, money and power'll win And when the enemies see me, I'ma dip in the cut Pull out my Uzi and tear his mutha****in ass up Mob ****, dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket Screamin out '**** it'! [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket if I didn't die high My *****s go to war for me in gee rides Skip the killas, real *****s pack Uzis up in the pillows Big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels Puttin *****s in comas if he ain't dead from the blast Get to hospital, stick a knife in his ass Mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas Forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast Got the morgue on my pager *****s be talkin 'bout killin me while I'm sleepin in my bed alone And when I'm headin home they wanna follow me on Until I tap em with the strap and get to bustin the chrome It's bullet holes in my hooptie Some mutha****as rollin round wanna shoot me It's all bad, live a life on the razor with all eyes on me These *****s be talkin, but they be so phoney [ CHORUS ]
