Now, I'm the one noone expected
to continue makin records
But I'm standin where I'm standin,
cause I did the unexpected
You can dislike me,
but I will not be disrespected
Not in Tennesee, or NYC, Los
Angelos or Texas
Yeah, you got style,
come see me when it's perfected
I put my money into workin,
and I love me a good investment
But if you made a record,
I think people would eject it
Cause you don't sound all that hungry,
and your work ethic is suspect
But the industry's so fake,
that you will probably get accepted
When you go back to ya neighborhood,
them robber's get you naked
(Success) That's when the shit gets hectic
When
the gold diggin bitches start
thinkin you're attractive
And the killas start thinkin
you're fake
And you're beginning to look more
and more like a steak
Or some country ham,
some bacon and eggs
Them headbussas thinkin
bout breakin ya legs
And the jackers is workin on gettin
ya Benz
And them kidnappers is plottin on
gettin ya twins
And the whole city obsessed with
gettin ya ends
And what's fucked up,
(Ha) you got some bitches for friends
(Strange how things) Tend to work out
(Came a long way) No reverse
now
(Played the wrong game) Ya gettin
murked out
(Bang, bang, bang) You in the dirt,
now
Peasants of presence will
have pressured our best
I've accepted every challenge,
and completed every test
I've been blessed to have
matches in the darkness
Came a long way,
and lost a lot in the process
Cartridges shared cartilage
Unexpected death is hard
you digest
(I request)
That the good Lord act as a shield,
and bulletproof this fortress
And since I believe this,
there's no need for a vest
In a business reminiscent
to the Wild Wild West
Rest is for the weak,
work is for the able
Responsible to put food on multiple tables
If the Savior was ridiculed
and tortured for days,
I can only imagine what they'll
try to do to Hay
But hey, it's all in a work
day
(Hey) And you gon have to
murk Hay
(Strange how things) Tend to work out
(Came a long way) No reverse
now
(Played the wrong game) Ya gettin
murked out
(Bang, bang, bang) You in the dirt,
now
now
He's in a hearse now,
bein chauffeured down the boulevard
Nobody liked him, it was
only bout four cars
In the reservoir, there's no tomorrow
Streets covered with tacks,
and broken bottles
Young dudes out there, smokin primo
Ain't no comin back,
like a broken c- note
Old heads in the pen, over Coke
I'm tellin ya,
these muthafuckers go for broke
Whole lotta muthafuckers overdose
Don't just keep her here with ya, man,
hold her close
They'll roll slow, behind ya kinfolk
Next thing ya know,
a pistol stuck in ya window
This dumb shit's no joke in the south
Talk big, and get a beer
bottle broke in ya mouth
You a killa to some killas, who come
up in ya house
(Please don't kill me)
Ya soundin like a bitch,
right now
(Strange how things) Tend to work out
(Came a long way) No reverse
now
(Played the wrong game) Ya gettin
murked out
(Bang, bang, bang) You in the dirt,
now
(Strange how things) Tend to work out
(Came a long way) No reverse
now
(Played the wrong game) Ya gettin
murked out
(Bang, bang, bang) You in the dirt, now
Haystak 
