[Talking]
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it`s real s**t ni**a

[Chorus]
You ni**as say somethin` slick, you`ll get SLAPPED for that
You ni**as schemin` on some jewels, you`ll get CLAPPED for that
If ya`ll ni**as want war, I got the MACK for that
Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that

[Verse 1]
Ni**a if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
The bulls**t I`m in right now ni**a, I`ve been on it (yeah)
If I don`t eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my ni**as rollin` with heat (woo)
You`ll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain`t rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I`ll fry
Or watch time go by
Ni**as want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed `em, deserve
to die

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 2]
You gettin` money ni**a (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest s**t out this (yeah)
You bust your gun ni**a (yeah), you on the run ni**a (yeah)
You treat a grown man, like he ya son (ni**a)
Yo, I ain`t the first parolee, to catch his ni**a for his rolee
And after being on the street, less than a week
Look, ni**as who know me, know I`m up to no good

Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a ni**a silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze
that s**t)
A slug`ll split a ni**as ass, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn`t need her
If it wasn`t for my seed, I wouldn`t even hafta see her
She tried to front like she don`t need me, she miss me, believe
me
It`s that soap opera s**t, the bitch watch too much TV

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 3]
Aight you ni**as tryin` to do too much (STOP FRONTIN`)
Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN`T NOTHIN`)
I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN`)
You spent your last on that (YOU AIN`T HOLDIN` NOTHIN`)
Rap ni**as, they actin` like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it ain`t a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap ni**as, dyin` they whips
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my s**t
You a 6 coupe ni**a, but you gears behind
Ni**a yours a 92, mine`s a 99
Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shallow up a seed, I`ll write it down so you can read
If you`ve been listening, I know you`ve been loving what I said
If not you dumb f**k, I just run over your head

[Chorus] - 2X

{*singing in background until fade*}