Uh-huh, yeah You know what it is It's that Compton sh!t n!gga Get back If I gotta ride Then you's gonna die I hope n!ggas ain't really tryin' to break my bones Cause if you are make sure you know a nickname you want for that tombstone Play hard as a rock bullets can break stones Break bad boys down like Jenny did Sean Combs I'm hot as an oven you just a pressin' comb I'm not impressed homes you should've stayed home And prayed that rooftop blocked you from gettin' shitted on I gives a **** if A&R's don't pick up the phone I swear there's no one like me but if there is then I gotta long lost twin or they made me a clone I don't care about friends I was made to be on my own I came in this world by myself and I'm leavin' alone Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own With a backyard the size of the ****in' Georgia Dome Pop you popped shit and I might pop your dome Give your homies a reason to make a memory song Niggas swear that they love when the beef is on Knowin' that plummet time the only time he'll roam You better hold your breath I give you workin' death And recommend the gun be your chaperone I know young n!ggas that look up to Al Capone And they look 17 but I swear that their mind is grown, sh!t I'm so grown and the reason why I write this way Pac and Big be ghostwritin' my songs You can play the boss but if you get shot From bein on top then homie that's your loss I'm nice wit it I'll pop your man then leave some money on him so it can pay for his funeral costs, get it? The n!ggas tryin' to get money like Fort Knox Either from the rap shit or back down to the cut rock And you can play a baller but deep inside you know you just an actor Yeah, somethin' like Rick Fox You ain't a thug homie you just a fox In the midst of werewolves somewhere in the boondocks And I'm really from the streets So if I ask for beef homeboy don't bring me no pork chop I turn your skin to pork homie with one chop With a rusty switchblade that's dirty like bum socks, heh They say the flow is crack So wherever I rap best believe you can call it a dope spot, b***h I swear if I gotta ride (You know what it's) Then you's gonna die
[00:03.09]Uh-huh, yeah [00:05.20]You know what it is [00:08.10]It's that Compton sh!t n!gga [00:10.46]Get back [00:14.25]If I gotta ride [00:17.08]Then you's gonna die [00:24.04]I hope n!ggas ain't really tryin' to break my bones [00:26.77]Cause if you are make sure you know a nickname you want for that tombstone [00:30.37]Play hard as a rock bullets can break stones [00:32.96]Break bad boys down like Jenny did Sean Combs [00:36.47]I'm hot as an oven you just a pressin' comb [00:39.73]I'm not impressed homes you should've stayed home [00:42.31]And prayed that rooftop blocked you from gettin' shitted on [00:44.61]I gives a **** if A&R's don't pick up the phone [00:47.90]I swear there's no one like me but if there is then I gotta long lost twin or they made me a clone [00:53.33]I don't care about friends I was made to be on my own [00:55.94]I came in this world by myself and I'm leavin' alone [00:59.22]Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own [01:01.93]With a backyard the size of the ****in' Georgia Dome [01:04.70]Pop you popped shit and I might pop your dome [01:07.59]Give your homies a reason to make a memory song [01:10.99]Niggas swear that they love when the beef is on [01:13.44]Knowin' that plummet time the only time he'll roam [01:16.58]You better hold your breath I give you workin' death [01:19.72]And recommend the gun be your chaperone [01:22.42]I know young n!ggas that look up to Al Capone [01:25.07]And they look 17 but I swear that their mind is grown, sh!t [01:28.72]I'm so grown and the reason why I write this way [01:31.39]Pac and Big be ghostwritin' my songs [01:34.25]You can play the boss but if you get shot [01:36.62]From bein on top then homie that's your loss [01:39.93]I'm nice wit it [01:41.45]I'll pop your man then leave some money on him so it can pay for his funeral costs, get it? [01:45.87]The n!ggas tryin' to get money like Fort Knox [01:48.16]Either from the rap shit or back down to the cut rock [01:51.37]And you can play a baller but deep inside you know you just an actor [01:54.79]Yeah, somethin' like Rick Fox [01:57.19]You ain't a thug homie you just a fox [01:59.89]In the midst of werewolves somewhere in the boondocks [02:02.72]And I'm really from the streets [02:04.96]So if I ask for beef homeboy don't bring me no pork chop [02:08.60]I turn your skin to pork homie with one chop [02:11.76]With a rusty switchblade that's dirty like bum socks, heh [02:14.22]They say the flow is crack [02:16.34]So wherever I rap best believe you can call it a dope spot, b***h [02:21.01]I swear if I gotta ride (You know what it's) [02:24.24]Then you's gonna die
