How you gonna take this? Like a man or a bitch?
You gon` get it on ni**a or you gon` snitch?
I represent ni**as 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 ni**as started fightin`, some ni**as found God
You know me, started sellin` leek in the yard
Yo, I ran into ni**as who used to have Hummers big as Hell

In the joint wearin` `86 numbers damn Dog, you been in here that long?
You could think that but say that and yo` ass is dead wrong
A convoy is only three words, "Yo whattup"
You ain`t gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up

Let a ni**a find out you on some goin` home s**t
And you tryin` to bounce without payin` a loan, s**t
Some ni**as 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 ni**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 New York why would I box you now?

If I catch you in the yard I`ma ox you down
Ni**as you think is real really can`t hold they own
I`ll have `em on some E.T. s**t tryin` to phone home
In here a gem star is like a Nine Milly chrome
It`s similar, in fact they`ll both split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, ni**as always take `em home.

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)

Ni**as jocked you for your track?
(That ain`t gangsta)
You ran to other thugs to get it back?
(That ain`t gangsta)

Ni**as ran off with your packs?
(That ain`t gangsta)
If you ain`t bustin` ya gat
(That ain`t gangsta)

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, ni**as like, "Fifty don`t play Son"
Yeah, somethin` really wrong with that ni**a

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 ni**as say I can`t eat
Down goes the window, out goes the heat

I`ll make the whole block look like a f**kin` track meet
Some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
Some get it in the foot, bleed all over their air max
Ni**a 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 s**t `cause I stay on that block s**t
That 9mm Ruger to your knot s**t
See the difference is I`m real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock, s**t

Y`all ni**as wanna pop s**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.

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)

Ni**as jocked you for your track?
(That ain`t gangsta)
You ran to other thugs to get it back?
(That ain`t gangsta)

Ni**as ran off with your packs?
(That ain`t gangsta)
If you ain`t bustin` ya gat
(That ain`t gangsta)

5, 5, 1 blap, blap
1, 3, 4 blap, blap
What the f**k you know about that?