Chorus:
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my niggas get down like what
(repeat)
My dogs is dogs with official blood line
I say stop bein` greedy get a plate an` you want mine
Why do them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets,
Can I at least go one year without spittin the heat?
Mutha fuckas think you sweet `till you get your chest messed up
Two days later you dressed up - let em rest up
He ain`t goin` no where, no time soon
Remember how I knew him? last thing he heard was boom!
And I get some room until I gots ta make me a path
Break you in half - fake niggas make me laugh
Y`all niggas is funny, still talkin` bout money
And aint got none - get the shotgun cuz you hungry [whoo!]
It`s about to get ugly when the lights is out
One, two, three ho! Three strikes you out! [uh]
His knife was out - I think they found it still in his head
He in a bag and I`m over here, killing his man! [c`mon]
CHORUS (x4)
I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong
And I`m startin` to get that same feelin` that kept me wrong
I can`t afford to trust niggas, cuss niggas, lust figures
Plus niggas is scared to bust niggas - rush niggas [what]
Doin` with the heat and they killin nuttin but time
Fuckin` with the street you ain`t feelin` nuttin but mine [c`mon]
Tired of hearin` niggas rhyme and don`t say shit [c`mon]
Fuck is on the niggas minds, why don`t they quit? [c`mon]
Suckin` my dick lookin for somethin` new [uh]
Let your man hold somethin` with your whole somethin` crew [uh]
You know how niggas do: We don`t forget shit
If you there when its thin then you there when`s it`s thick [c`mon]
No hitch-hikers, fuck that! The ride was rough [what]
And every nigga that was with us, then that was rough [what]
Alotta niggas that were with us, ain`t cried enough [what]
So now that when niggas come and get us, we fires em up [c`mon]
CHORUS (x4)
Mutha ...fucka thought that the X would stop
When I got niggas like `Yo, who`s the next to drop?`
From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ, it`s official
Think how many die is gonna miss you [c`mon]
Lean over in your casket and kiss you [uh]
Set you on your way with a blessin`
And pray that another learned a lesson
Smith and Wesson earnin` money, now money`s wife is a widow [what]
(Give to `em full blast?) Nah dog, just a little
Beside rap I don`t talk but make plenty of moves
I`ll murder ten of you fools before you ready to choose
Either win or you lose - and I love to win
Even if it means I gotta shed blood again [c`mon]
Keep the bank account doubling, but don`t hate me
Really think that what you said would either make me or break me [what]
Knowin` it don`t take me - long to write
In fact, I think I`ll drop another song tonight! [c`mon]