Scarface

I took my chances, but I did my dirt
And my adivce to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works
Its givin up and step the fuck back
Cuz in this game you can fame
You gotta start dumpin these niggas off your nut-sack
Im just a nigga out the hood tryna have thangs
When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change
And your excuse was that the money did came
My excuse was that you was to blame
Simple ??, got to show my homies love tho
I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know
And you can take that how you wanna take it
Im from these motherfuckin streets,
and the same rules apply in this game
you never break it
With my motherfucking luck, fallin over the craps
And you niggas who wanna try to attack
We steady dyin over dumb shit, And me im steady losin my sleep
Cuz niggas aint familiar with the rules of the street, and its a

*Suicide, its a Suicide
Suicide, its a Suicide
its a, Suicide, its a Suicide
Suicide, its a Suicide

To my niggas on the street cryin then (watch them haters)
If im sittin on the side-line (get your paper)
Too many niggas complaining pointin fingers at the problem
Thats why I hate my baby momma
im just a nigga from the very bottom
skippin classes, throwin 8-balls into white powder
tryna get it, while the motherfuckers gettin good
wit possibilities of gettin out my neighborhood
don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too
But the only thing you do, is get your cream too
Get your motherfucking cream fool
Niggas aint know about the Ange and the Alicks
First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game

* Repeat (x3)

Now when its over don't nobody cry
Just enjoy while you live life, cuz everybody got to die
When you see me i'll be hella high, beatin corners wit my top down
Checkin out the chasers in the sky, Shootin paper clips at Jupiter
The more I lie, its like im gettin stupider and stupider
Tryna make the best, out of a fucked up desicion
Im just a nigga with a vision, which is to get up, get out
Gettin my props, tryna stay away from these bitches that jock dick
And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it
Thats just the way you gotta do it
And these niggas here is really, dazed and don't give a fuck when you
for real
And you like it rough, nigga what, the fuck
Know what im sayin is real, now back the fuck up for you get killed
Cuz its a..

* Repeat (x3)

Suicide

Skrillaaaaaaaaaa
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa

Thinkin bout money, money, money, plottin how to get me some
(The fast dough) Cos see don't nothin move but the flow, really doe
I kid you not, I'm real with dis
Havin skrilla is the only way to deal with this
If it ain't green, it ain't me, that's no goddamn lie
Well show me big skrill and I will get live
Give up the loochie, I need it in a major way
Now gimme all (all), I gots ta have it (everyday)
It's my world, the only mom, I'm stressed, that'll make you
break you, if it's really real then I'll take you
Shake you for the dollar bill let's see
You're outta here (smoked on the fuckin concrete)

Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - Got me crazy, skrilla got me gone
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me mad
Cos skrilla gives me from riches to rags (motherfucker)

It ain't nuttin but the cash flow game
How long can you last 'fore you're down to your very last change,
nigga?
(Money makes the world go round) Tell em again y'all
(Money makes the world go round) (*My God*)
Forty, fifty grand a night, that's what I'm seein
as I'ma vin your own ass tonight, you know the meanin
of a worldwide national? Big money gripper
Baller, called a, million dollar nigga
(uhh, who me?) Yes you (Could be, but who?)

Uhh, 350 bringin on in the weeks news
And no I don't shoot, I swoop in my Coupe
Skrilla for realla my nigga, so whatcha wanna do?
Do you want to fuck around with my crew? Do you
want to? Would do exactly what you did do
Stay in you, don't have enough to attend to the menu
So come and let me single, continue (everybody sayin)
To make money money money, make money money money (yeah)
Here go fat stacks if you can't take money nigga
Take money money money, take money money money
So can you please make the cheque out to the Facemob

Check it Now one, two, three to the fo', like
rippin million dollars in my hand, tight
Facemob rule number one thing (what?)
Skrilla, nuttin but skrilla's the way to maintain
Us both, have got to keep the skrill between
us fo', as we proceed to make mo'

Really doe, from town to town we puts it down
As I, hold it down, game tight, right

Now Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you are mad at me
To find out that it was your money (money)
that I spent and now girl, it's all gone
(It's what?) It's all gone

It's gone like riches to rags, dishes to bags
of leftover ten and jam, can happen to any man
Gots ta get money, money I gots ta get
this shit right now so I can hop on the lot
And we about to come up as we put the shit down
Hold up, don't rush, cos I'm good ta gets mine
If it wadn't for bad, I'd have no up than luck
Smokin plank of man, who gives a motherfuck!!!!
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
Scam my wife when I'm not home
Bitch I'm gone, tryin ta come back phat
Facemob where ya at? (Right behind ya and we strapped)

Strapped with straps and all eyes on paper
And most importantly you keep your mind on papin
And you can have it all, if you can take your money pieces at a time
but you can't take your pieces outta mine
Big wine, it's all about the dollar sign
I'm, flippin in the big Dawg, continental flyin
Tryin to stack it to the ceilin on you home's
Cos bitches got me cummin but skrilla got me goin

Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me goin
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - bought me houses, skrilla bought me clothes
Skrilla got me flippin in a Rolls

[Wyclef]
Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now
He said, I was born a crack baby
In a plastic bag in the alley
Raised in a foster home
With no mother to love and I never knew my papi
Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin
Used to sing don't worry, be happy
Lord how can I be happy
When I don't even know my own family tree Lord

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

[Wyclef]
Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers
Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher
The teacher let them know that it ain't all good
Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now
All you red now, all you blue now
All you yellow now, follow me now
To that place of righteousness
Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

[Wyclef]
In my father's kingdom there are many mansions
All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection
I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham
Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man

[Scarface]
I've been kicked, I've been stabbed
I've been shot, I've been ? by a
Person that I thought I trusted, where I live
It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap
Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back
My mind playing tricks ?, to really ?
Me out in five unless I take another hit
I done seen the sun set on the other side of town
Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down
? ? ? but I know I'm born dying
Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying
For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while
And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child
While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan
In this cold dark world with no patience
We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing
The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

[Rah Digga]
Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing
The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation
Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements
No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements
Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor
Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh
Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets
Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it
Metal detectors replace music classes
Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses
The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose
Reality TV be reality for who
I don't question what the Lord found in me
I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries
Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us
Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag
The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad
Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag

Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe
Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though
It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes
A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools

Ski mask you come up to where you lay at
Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at
The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games
You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names

You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew
Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you
And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is
Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here

It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens
Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan
I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say
Fuck what video do, but this is all day

Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like
'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike
I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is
I was bred born and raised in this true shit

Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish

A declaration of a war and it's a warnin'
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that

Aight, let's get serious
Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period
If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes
Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes

It's on if you got beef
You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete
Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha
If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha

While your label only behind you greasin' his dick
Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit
J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks
The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked

Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes
Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe"
I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass
In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth

Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest
In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off
Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty
And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody

Bust him in the ass 'til he's still
I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel
A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin'
Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn

Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy
Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy
Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya
Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya

Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish

A declaration of a war and it's a warnin'
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that

She don't want to be with me no mo'
Ain't her fault she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know
Whether to, throw in the towel or if he gon' grow
And if he do, where is he gon' go?
Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried
When he told me that his girl just died
Right out of the blue, breast cancer, wasn't nothin' to do
Now I'm sittin' here and thinkin' of you
Tryin' to come to amends, cause really I done wanted you in
You the only one I trust as a friend
I know I'm on my last leg limpin' with this bullshit written
But I still gotta bring it to light
Spent half of a lifetime missin' cause I would not listen
Confused about my wrong and my rights
They tellin' me that time heals wounds though
This wound gon' need some stitches; I got testimony for niggaz
You doin' what you do but when the shoe gets flipped
Standin' on the other foot got your boots and shit
When you back up and analyze, fix shit and finalize
Before you leave the shit alone just try
Maybe there's somethin' you can do to rectify what's did
And plus you gotta think of the kids
That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die
At least that I can say that I tried

[Chorus]
Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough
Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough
Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried

Faster than a crackhead, can pawn yo' shit
Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch
I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet
Since fifth grade, I been up in these streets, tryin' to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
Cause she beat us so much, plus she came home drunk
But every now and then she'd knock on wood, and say
I tried to do the best that I could - and I believe her
Cause she was treated evil out the box
You can't get what you ain't got
Momma I was young, hittin' licks, started helpin' you out
'Bout the closest that you came to a man of the house
I was talkin' back, walkin' through the do' gettin' smacked
You used to brag to your friends on how, well I rapped
We never really got along but when you took sick
I was at your side 'til you died
I wasn't the best son but I tried

[Chorus]

I've always been crook, never given up
But the past few years has been really rough
Felt like givin' up a couple of times
Take a jump or plant a slug deep, up in my mind
Fuck it I'm dyin', done wit strugglin' for mine
Sleepin' on fans, knowin' there ain't no use to me lyin
Change my name for anonymity's sake
But a four feet dwarf that be on television's hard to miss
I get pissed over little shit, little shit drive me crazy
Then I start thinkin' 'bout my babies
I can't go to jail, I can't die
Who better to teach 'em 'bout this cruel world than I?
Their mommas won't let me see 'em, I still pay my support
Cause once you give life, life is bigger than yours
Maybe I'm not all you expect me to be
But when it's done and said ultimately, daddy tried

[Chorus]

Man, motherfuckers just
Follow a nigga around dude
That's real, some shit though
Fuck these feds
Redneck, racists mother fuckers

Verse:
I don't wanna run (run) no more but I know that if I stop
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven hangin with Pac
These mother fuckers look at me like slanger
Makin threats to my family dawg I'm in danger
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
And they hit these Penitentiaries and niggas make a pledge
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments
Caught up on the phone talkin prices (hello)
25 to life's the mandatory minimal
My whole community gets treated like they're criminals
Why are them bitches gettin mother fuckers hung
Got a C.I on the inside and everybody sung
Mothers and fathers separated from their sons
Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue
If it's yours say it's yours, take the case and do your time
If he was out there gettin money from it e'rything be fine
Now you're cryin in your jail cell stressin on the case
And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul
You in question of your manhood homie, keep the Code

Chorus: (2x)
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

Verse:
See I be on some street shit don't talk to police
I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see
If I got shit to day about a nigga case
I'm a mother fuckin nigga through and through I aint gay
Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25
Sat it out on a pill and gave him back that time
A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same
Told a cracker tell ya mammy suck his dick as he Rick James (hahaha)
Aint no mother fuckin game we've been livin this for real
When the government is workin real niggas never squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rappin but the homie Lil Pots can't get out
Niggas they hit the pen the get charged and get out
On a rule, 35, he aint bought it for the cops
You can hear it in his voice, I'd listen to the tapes
Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state

Chorus: (2x)
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

Verse:
I'm knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a nigga try to get clean and you get in the way
Know a nigga try to get green and you stick out the bait
Cuz a nigga like a dope fiend can't rehabilitate
Still we stickin to the G Code we playin by the rules
We don't fuck around with new niggas cuz new niggas is fools
We don't photograph the homies that'll catch a nigga up
Only piture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked
Only connect the real, stayin down with the true
I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook
My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few
But there's a thousand mother fuckers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I'ma rep it till I die
Fucker 5.K.1. check his P.S.I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit it home
He a mother fuckin snitch, snitchin niggas need a song

Chorus: (2x)
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

We don't talk to police

We rely streets dawg

Say we don't talk to police

But we rely on the streets dawg

You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin'
Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin'
Come in and get it, and leave here with it
Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit

It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows
The rule here is simple and this is my motto
To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago
Get you a house built keep you a dollar though

'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow
You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows
My homey locked up, been six years tight
But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life

Is off in a cage for the rest of his days
A price that he paid for the mistake he made
So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus
I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

They say, "The ends justifies the means"
So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends
Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams
The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean

Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me
But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be
I'd never let no war justify me
I question how hard some of these cats really be

'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more
Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board
I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees
The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's

For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers
The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge
It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin'
See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find the peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin
But the secret is to win, so I hold it in
I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss
A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch

All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none
To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep
Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho"
Got clapped in the back of his 'fro

It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister
Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols
Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups
Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts

And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone
Greed it don't last too long
The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life
Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions]
Pushin'
Keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'

[Intro: Bun talking over sample]
Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on pushin'

[Bun B]
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state
Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'

[Scarface]
I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you

I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten
So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door
Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold

[Young Jeezy]
Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma…
Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA)
You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA)
U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA)
You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. niggaz you know they already…
Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga
C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)

One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?)
Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit
Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit
Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind
Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention
You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin'
I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)

[Vocal sample and beat ride out til fade]

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

Verse 1

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right
A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth
'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights
And niggas always gotta high cap
Showin' all his boys how he shot em
But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts
'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em
And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta
'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep
Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7
'cause real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep

And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas
'cause when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

Verse 2

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills
Although I was born in jamaica
Now I'm in the us makin' deals
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
I mean one that you don't really know
Ridin' around town in a drop-top benz
Hittin' switches in my black six-fo'
Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors
Some got killed in the past
But this gangtsa here is a smart one
Started living for the lord and I'll last

Now all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas
When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

Verse 3



Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play
Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches
Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake
Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign
And play the role of little miss sweet
But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out
And then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat
'cause gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas
And everythings quiet in the clique
A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger
And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit
Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much
All ya hear is the black from the gun blast
And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit
'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast
Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit
Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya
But niggas like myself kick back and peep game
'cause damn it feels good to be a gangsta

Verse 4

And now, a word from the president!
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Gettin voted into the white house
Everything lookin good to the people of the world
But the mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down
Like lettin' a big drug shipment through
And send 'em to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supportin' me
And I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me
Or I'll send a million troops to die at war
To all you republicans, that helped me win
I sincerely like to thank you
'cause now I got the world swingin' from my nuts
And damn it feels good to be a gangsta

Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up
Niggas hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up
Lookin for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie
An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me
Look deep into the eyes of your muthafuckin killer
I want you to witness your muthafuckin murder, nigga
And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry
But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die
We play the game for keeps and if you slept I guess you sleep
You sho nuff fucked and now your ass is six feet deep
Cause where I come from, yo, everybody's got a gat
And niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at
And if your shit is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend
And like I said before there'll be no tears in the end
I'm rollin through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger
You at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger
(By a total stranger) with the ?kanga?
Niggas wanna bang ya and hang ya
Sting ya with one up in the chamber
Let's take a trip up Holloway
So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today
We standin up for our own shit
And if you outside the click, then you die, bitch
It ain't no love in this muthafucka
It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother
Because we real with this shit, so we stay true
And since we bang, we do what O.G.'s say do
I've got the mind of the man in the mirror
So I'm lookin at me vaguely
But I can't seem to fade me
I've got my pistol pon cock
Ready to lay shots non-stop
Until I see your monkey-ass drop
And let your homies know who done it
Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit
you muthafuckas know who run it
So when you put this muthafucka to the test
You gotta realize somethin, nigga: (you fuckin with the very best)
I've got this killer up inside of me
I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary
I'm goin off on the deep end
I find myself face to face with myself while I'm sleepin
I see your picture in my head and my hand shake
You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape
My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy
I got to get this muthafucka before he gets to me
So in your own blood you'll bathe
And I won't stop until I put this muthafucka in his fuckin grave
And I can say this once again
You can cry but you'll still die, there'll be no tears in the end

[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions]
Pushin'
Keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'

[Intro: Bun talking over sample]
Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on pushin'

[Bun B]
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state
Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'

[Scarface]
I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you

I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten
So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door
Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold

[Young Jeezy]
Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma…
Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA)
You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA)
U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA)
You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. niggaz you know they already…
Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga
C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)

One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?)
Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit
Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit
Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind
Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention
You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin'
I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)

[Vocal sample and beat ride out til fade]

Verse one: bushwick bill

I told you size wasn't shit
That's why I murdered your neices
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Don't let 'em run
Hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked
Means you're better off dead
I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head
Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick
Dead heads and frog legs
Mmm... cake mix!
Friday the 13th
The night of the living dead
? ? ? ? ? ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head
If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky
All bodies found dead
Fuck it, blame it on chuckie
But this is child's play... motherfucka!!!

Verse 2:

Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!
When I murder, I tried to slack off
Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off
My name is chuckie, some say I'm insane
You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!
Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack
And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!
A murder contest,
You know I'll win it
Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it
I'm gettin hungry
I need to be fed
I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!
Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!
Half my body is chuckie
The other half is bushwick
A short nigga
Always pumpin' some lead
Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead
What up
Get up
Sit up
You get lit up
A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up


A 9, a uzi is my only utensils
Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils
You have the nerve to try to go against chuck?
With fifty guns aimed at you
How the fuck you gonna duck?
Yo,
When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay
The graveyards are packed
But it ain't nothin' but child's play

Verse 3:

You'd better murder me
Put me to rest
Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin
With my head in a bird's chest
Pissed off,
The way I'm always soundin'
Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im
Some say I'm crazy
Some say I'm on crack
Before I die
Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq
A born loooser
Some say I'm mindless
If I get pissed off
You leave naked and spineless
Worse than charles manson
Never havin' a equal
Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people
When I woke up they had me chained to the floor
When they told me what I did I killed 300 more
Yo
You wanna rumble?
Then go get your war hat
I went to jail for assault with a carjack
I might be small
But my nuts are big
The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids
Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act
And if they ain't actin' right
They dyin' tonight!
So, uh
Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em
I send you a motherfuckin note that says "chuckie's got em!"

It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag
The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad
Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag

Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe
Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though
It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes
A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools

Ski mask you come up to where you lay at
Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at
The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games
You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names

You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew
Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you
And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is
Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here

It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens
Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan
I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say
Fuck what video do, but this is all day

Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like
'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike
I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is
I was bred born and raised in this true shit

Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish

A declaration of a war and it's a warnin'
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that

Aight, let's get serious
Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period
If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes
Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes

It's on if you got beef
You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete
Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha
If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha

While your label only behind you greasin' his dick
Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit
J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks
The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked

Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes
Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe"
I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass
In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth

Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest
In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off
Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty
And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody

Bust him in the ass 'til he's still
I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel
A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin'
Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn

Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy
Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy
Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya
Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya

Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish

A declaration of a war and it's a warnin'
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that

She don't want to be with me no mo'
Ain't her fault she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know
Whether to, throw in the towel or if he gon' grow
And if he do, where is he gon' go?
Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried
When he told me that his girl just died
Right out of the blue, breast cancer, wasn't nothin' to do
Now I'm sittin' here and thinkin' of you
Tryin' to come to amends, cause really I done wanted you in
You the only one I trust as a friend
I know I'm on my last leg limpin' with this bullshit written
But I still gotta bring it to light
Spent half of a lifetime missin' cause I would not listen
Confused about my wrong and my rights
They tellin' me that time heals wounds though
This wound gon' need some stitches; I got testimony for niggaz
You doin' what you do but when the shoe gets flipped
Standin' on the other foot got your boots and shit
When you back up and analyze, fix shit and finalize
Before you leave the shit alone just try
Maybe there's somethin' you can do to rectify what's did
And plus you gotta think of the kids
That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die
At least that I can say that I tried

[Chorus]
Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough
Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough
Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried

Faster than a crackhead, can pawn yo' shit
Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch
I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet
Since fifth grade, I been up in these streets, tryin' to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
Cause she beat us so much, plus she came home drunk
But every now and then she'd knock on wood, and say
I tried to do the best that I could - and I believe her
Cause she was treated evil out the box
You can't get what you ain't got
Momma I was young, hittin' licks, started helpin' you out
'Bout the closest that you came to a man of the house
I was talkin' back, walkin' through the do' gettin' smacked
You used to brag to your friends on how, well I rapped
We never really got along but when you took sick
I was at your side 'til you died
I wasn't the best son but I tried

[Chorus]

I've always been crook, never given up
But the past few years has been really rough
Felt like givin' up a couple of times
Take a jump or plant a slug deep, up in my mind
Fuck it I'm dyin', done wit strugglin' for mine
Sleepin' on fans, knowin' there ain't no use to me lyin
Change my name for anonymity's sake
But a four feet dwarf that be on television's hard to miss
I get pissed over little shit, little shit drive me crazy
Then I start thinkin' 'bout my babies
I can't go to jail, I can't die
Who better to teach 'em 'bout this cruel world than I?
Their mommas won't let me see 'em, I still pay my support
Cause once you give life, life is bigger than yours
Maybe I'm not all you expect me to be
But when it's done and said ultimately, daddy tried

[Chorus]

Man, motherfuckers just
Follow a nigga around dude
That's real, some shit though
Fuck these feds
Redneck, racists mother fuckers

Verse:
I don't wanna run (run) no more but I know that if I stop
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven hangin with Pac
These mother fuckers look at me like slanger
Makin threats to my family dawg I'm in danger
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
And they hit these Penitentiaries and niggas make a pledge
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments
Caught up on the phone talkin prices (hello)
25 to life's the mandatory minimal
My whole community gets treated like they're criminals
Why are them bitches gettin mother fuckers hung
Got a C.I on the inside and everybody sung
Mothers and fathers separated from their sons
Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue
If it's yours say it's yours, take the case and do your time
If he was out there gettin money from it e'rything be fine
Now you're cryin in your jail cell stressin on the case
And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul
You in question of your manhood homie, keep the Code

Chorus: (2x)
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

Verse:
See I be on some street shit don't talk to police
I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see
If I got shit to day about a nigga case
I'm a mother fuckin nigga through and through I aint gay
Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25
Sat it out on a pill and gave him back that time
A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same
Told a cracker tell ya mammy suck his dick as he Rick James (hahaha)
Aint no mother fuckin game we've been livin this for real
When the government is workin real niggas never squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rappin but the homie Lil Pots can't get out
Niggas they hit the pen the get charged and get out
On a rule, 35, he aint bought it for the cops
You can hear it in his voice, I'd listen to the tapes
Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state

Chorus: (2x)
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

Verse:
I'm knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a nigga try to get clean and you get in the way
Know a nigga try to get green and you stick out the bait
Cuz a nigga like a dope fiend can't rehabilitate
Still we stickin to the G Code we playin by the rules
We don't fuck around with new niggas cuz new niggas is fools
We don't photograph the homies that'll catch a nigga up
Only piture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked
Only connect the real, stayin down with the true
I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook
My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few
But there's a thousand mother fuckers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I'ma rep it till I die
Fucker 5.K.1. check his P.S.I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit it home
He a mother fuckin snitch, snitchin niggas need a song

Chorus: (2x)
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

We don't talk to police

We rely streets dawg

Say we don't talk to police

But we rely on the streets dawg

You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin'
Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin'
Come in and get it, and leave here with it
Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit

It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows
The rule here is simple and this is my motto
To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago
Get you a house built keep you a dollar though

'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow
You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows
My homey locked up, been six years tight
But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life

Is off in a cage for the rest of his days
A price that he paid for the mistake he made
So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus
I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

They say, "The ends justifies the means"
So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends
Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams
The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean

Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me
But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be
I'd never let no war justify me
I question how hard some of these cats really be

'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more
Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board
I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees
The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's

For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers
The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge
It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin'
See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find the peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin
But the secret is to win, so I hold it in
I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss
A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch

All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none
To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep
Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho"
Got clapped in the back of his 'fro

It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister
Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols
Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups
Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts

And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone
Greed it don't last too long
The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life
Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

Man, motherfuckers just
Follow a nigga around dude
That's real, some shit though
Fuck these feds
Redneck, racists mother fuckers

Verse:
I don't wanna run (run) no more but I know that if I stop
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven hangin with Pac
These mother fuckers look at me like slanger
Makin threats to my family dawg I'm in danger
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
And they hit these Penitentiaries and niggas make a pledge
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments
Caught up on the phone talkin prices (hello)
25 to life's the mandatory minimal
My whole community gets treated like they're criminals
Why are them bitches gettin mother fuckers hung
Got a C.I on the inside and everybody sung
Mothers and fathers separated from their sons
Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue
If it's yours say it's yours, take the case and do your time
If he was out there gettin money from it e'rything be fine
Now you're cryin in your jail cell stressin on the case
And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul
You in question of your manhood homie, keep the Code

Chorus: (2x)
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

Verse:
See I be on some street shit don't talk to police
I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see
If I got shit to day about a nigga case
I'm a mother fuckin nigga through and through I aint gay
Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25
Sat it out on a pill and gave him back that time
A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same
Told a cracker tell ya mammy suck his dick as he Rick James (hahaha)
Aint no mother fuckin game we've been livin this for real
When the government is workin real niggas never squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rappin but the homie Lil Pots can't get out
Niggas they hit the pen the get charged and get out
On a rule, 35, he aint bought it for the cops
You can hear it in his voice, I'd listen to the tapes
Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state

Chorus: (2x)
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

Verse:
I'm knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a nigga try to get clean and you get in the way
Know a nigga try to get green and you stick out the bait
Cuz a nigga like a dope fiend can't rehabilitate
Still we stickin to the G Code we playin by the rules
We don't fuck around with new niggas cuz new niggas is fools
We don't photograph the homies that'll catch a nigga up
Only piture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked
Only connect the real, stayin down with the true
I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook
My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few
But there's a thousand mother fuckers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I'ma rep it till I die
Fucker 5.K.1. check his P.S.I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit it home
He a mother fuckin snitch, snitchin niggas need a song

Chorus: (2x)
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

We don't talk to police

We rely streets dawg

Say we don't talk to police

But we rely on the streets dawg

She don't want to be with me no mo'
Ain't her fault she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know
Whether to, throw in the towel or if he gon' grow
And if he do, where is he gon' go?
Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried
When he told me that his girl just died
Right out of the blue, breast cancer, wasn't nothin' to do
Now I'm sittin' here and thinkin' of you
Tryin' to come to amends, cause really I done wanted you in
You the only one I trust as a friend
I know I'm on my last leg limpin' with this bullshit written
But I still gotta bring it to light
Spent half of a lifetime missin' cause I would not listen
Confused about my wrong and my rights
They tellin' me that time heals wounds though
This wound gon' need some stitches; I got testimony for niggaz
You doin' what you do but when the shoe gets flipped
Standin' on the other foot got your boots and shit
When you back up and analyze, fix shit and finalize
Before you leave the shit alone just try
Maybe there's somethin' you can do to rectify what's did
And plus you gotta think of the kids
That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die
At least that I can say that I tried

[Chorus]
Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough
Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough
Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried

Faster than a crackhead, can pawn yo' shit
Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch
I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet
Since fifth grade, I been up in these streets, tryin' to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
Cause she beat us so much, plus she came home drunk
But every now and then she'd knock on wood, and say
I tried to do the best that I could - and I believe her
Cause she was treated evil out the box
You can't get what you ain't got
Momma I was young, hittin' licks, started helpin' you out
'Bout the closest that you came to a man of the house
I was talkin' back, walkin' through the do' gettin' smacked
You used to brag to your friends on how, well I rapped
We never really got along but when you took sick
I was at your side 'til you died
I wasn't the best son but I tried

[Chorus]

I've always been crook, never given up
But the past few years has been really rough
Felt like givin' up a couple of times
Take a jump or plant a slug deep, up in my mind
Fuck it I'm dyin', done wit strugglin' for mine
Sleepin' on fans, knowin' there ain't no use to me lyin
Change my name for anonymity's sake
But a four feet dwarf that be on television's hard to miss
I get pissed over little shit, little shit drive me crazy
Then I start thinkin' 'bout my babies
I can't go to jail, I can't die
Who better to teach 'em 'bout this cruel world than I?
Their mommas won't let me see 'em, I still pay my support
Cause once you give life, life is bigger than yours
Maybe I'm not all you expect me to be
But when it's done and said ultimately, daddy tried

[Chorus]

You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin'
Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin'
Come in and get it, and leave here with it
Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit

It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows
The rule here is simple and this is my motto
To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago
Get you a house built keep you a dollar though

'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow
You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows
My homey locked up, been six years tight
But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life

Is off in a cage for the rest of his days
A price that he paid for the mistake he made
So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus
I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

They say, "The ends justifies the means"
So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends
Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams
The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean

Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me
But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be
I'd never let no war justify me
I question how hard some of these cats really be

'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more
Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board
I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees
The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's

For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers
The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge
It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin'
See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find the peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin
But the secret is to win, so I hold it in
I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss
A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch

All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none
To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep
Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho"
Got clapped in the back of his 'fro

It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister
Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols
Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups
Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts

And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone
Greed it don't last too long
The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life
Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag
The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad
Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag

Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe
Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though
It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes
A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools

Ski mask you come up to where you lay at
Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at
The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games
You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names

You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew
Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you
And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is
Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here

It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens
Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan
I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say
Fuck what video do, but this is all day

Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like
'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike
I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is
I was bred born and raised in this true shit

Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish

A declaration of a war and it's a warnin'
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that

Aight, let's get serious
Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period
If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes
Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes

It's on if you got beef
You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete
Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha
If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha

While your label only behind you greasin' his dick
Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit
J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks
The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked

Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes
Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe"
I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass
In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth

Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest
In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off
Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty
And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody

Bust him in the ass 'til he's still
I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel
A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin'
Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn

Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy
Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy
Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya
Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya

Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish

A declaration of a war and it's a warnin'
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that