One wa- wa one, one two, one two
One wa- wa one, one two, one two
One tigga one, one two, one two
One day, I was tryin to be myself
The same day this thug say,
I'm tryin' hard to make it
it's hard for me to fake it
Plus, it's hard to be me,
it's hard to stop drinkin'
I guess it's hard for you hard
Hard for you to trust people,
Even harder to be the Gods
This Western way of life ain't native to me
Put one nigga in your Pulp Fiction
the only race that call our women hoes
I rose, like a florist to bring the
Might not have the murderous verse, but
I stay hard to the chorus
she say I ain't have a real job
Like that dick you had last night,
Simple motherfuckers tellin'
Niggas you thought was hard, you pour
Years ago, I thought I was hard,
Handle your business or shut
It's just one too many niggas got cars and no land
Forever, I ain't gon' be rappin'
Nigga, I don't even know myself
You want me to get you in
but he ain't call 'fore he came
but only twenty dollars to it
Next album you gon' blow, up my ass,
what's that gonna do for your life?
Get you some pussy? You should
I be readin' niggas but readin'
be makin me sleepy (hey!)
A Hundred Styles and Runnin'
Claimin' they fly but they stand- by
I come truer than a dream,
complainin' about this and about that
that ain't gonna make a nigga get right
One too many niggas tryin to tell me 'bout they theory