Pshhhh pshhhh
uhh
[repeat 3x]
[verse 1]
ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face
he rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e
listened to his tape, this liland' nigga used to sound like cake
maybe iand'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin
see a whole lot different when my sales ecliped
what i see is straight bug, straight thoro
yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs
rather look at the facts not the hype
like who got shot and who got knifed
who keep gettin struck, but donand't neva strike
hope the beef go away but the feds indict
i know yo card nigga, itand's so clear
you juss wanna sell record you donand't want warfare
you donand't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide
these niggaz wouldand've died if they shot me nine times
heyy itand's juss for the best
take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it
[hook]
and there go the shots stay rippin and'em apart
cuz itand's a blood comin outta his slum
itand's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
when they losinand' their life
when muhfuckaz ax me how i sleep at night
pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight
pray to god while iand'm gone, is what underneath feels like
itand's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights
[verse 2]
you ainand't kill humma and'cause if you did
why you ainand't get the pen after all of that hit
you know i know, that if you live
that shit that you spit, somebody got somebody
somebody got jumped, somebody got cut
yoo pacand's a nigga, nobody got shot
nobody got flushed, you screamin what what
okay okay killa youand'sa slut
think about it, enoughs enoughs
iand'm tryna show and'em whoes who
and what is what
i mean how can i respect you
when them niggaz that left you ainand't none of and'em blessed you
(not nobody)
you know where they are, where they perform
bust yo gun, stop makin songs
please no more ghetto quran
you got money now itand's time to bomb
and thatand's juss fo the top
take this mob shit seriouse please respect it
And there go the shots stay rippin and'em apart [2x]
cuz itand's a blood comin outta his slum
[verse 3]
death of perfection as i move witout motion
ainand't no nigga in his game doin the shit that iand'm quotinand'
take a good look and'cause youand'll neva a see enought of me
might be sum otha gand's tryna trace n color me
but i believe in the ways of old
slice these niggaz throat tryna tell on po
that shouldnand't excist, fuckin snitch
cut of his dick, put it on his lips
you really think i was gonand' let you slide
fuckin wit me you must be outcho mind
you really think jail was gonand' make thinks right
nigga i will shoot you till you lose yo life
i was mindinand' my own, word got back, niggaz talkin bout po
i was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigga to go
i ainand't lyin this is the mob
you got yo break come finish yo job
juss donand't get the feds involved
and iand'mma reunite you wit yo moms
rip
i guess this ainand't juss music
cuz jail only made me much moand' ruthless (nigga)
and the bitch nigga knew this
thatand's why he tryed to sign me to g-unit
tell and'em how you made me offers
(i donand't want that blood iand'mma godfather)
jumped on every street corner
hurts yo heart that you donand't get that honor
the feds i paid fo that
10 years up top
i sell and'em much shop
both of ya was blood
took the bus wit cuz
want gun fo gun
i earned my lug
you, you juss pathetic
you neva bg, bespite yo average
take this mob shit serioue, you gonand' respect it
thaand's juss fo the record
[hook]
and there go the shots stay rippin and'em apart
cuz itand's a blood comin outta his slum
itand's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
when they losinand' their life
when muhfuckaz ax me how i sleep at night
pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight
pray to god while iand'm gone, is what underneath feels like
itand's my work by the surf when they turn off the light
