N' I ain't goin' nowhere,
these bitches'll never run me off the set
Like, I done seen 'em run a lotta cow ards up,
Nah, I ain't lyin', I ain't cryin'
I ain't braggin' 'bout bein hard,
Through the years, I steer clear,
ah snakes and banana peels
how quick they kill ya, in Nashville
Just, for havin' a lil more
Some people coulda lived,
if they woulda gave up they rims
Fuck them! You gon' have to kill me,
Don't try to rob me, just go on,
I ain't some spoon fed hoochie,
that was raised in the suburbs
I'm from right down the block,
N', if ya daddy didn't work,
I ain't gon' lay on my stomach
that some real killas done it
When ya, look me in my eyes,
I'ma mug ya, and tell ya, fuck ya
Dude, I ain't even no gangsta,
I hear a whole lotta, tough talkin',
you gon' see some quick leakin' (Man)
'Cause, I'm too old, to let a nigga,
hit me where it hurt (Fo' real)
to let a nigga, lay me in the dirt
Ya flirtin' wit disaster,
and teasin' it, too (Too)
Talkin' down, when ya see some real G's,
took years to build (Build)
N', I don't think, I woke up this mornin',
Not by a bitch, like you, I know that
then you gon' have to show that (So big)
'Cause, I ain't scared to meet my maker,
But, when the reaper come,
he ain't comin', wit none ah y'all (Naw)
You gon' need a pack ah gorillas, if not (?)
If you plan on puttin' holes
through this (?) (?) sweater
Playa, ya better, change ya gears,
'Fore I have ya family and friends,
In black clothes, exchangin' tears, cryin'...
I may never, sell no records,
But, you'll never hear me cryin' bout,
Just, had to accept the fact,
As long as, the underground,
Just, happy to have, the things I got
Don't think, I'm soft, 'cause,
Don't think, I'm cool, my shit,
And, I may never resign, wit a powerhouse
Pound for pound, I'm down, to clown
Any clown, that has any doubts,
In town, and outta town, love is love
When they pass me, in traffic,
I get 'em riled up, n' make 'em,
shut the fuck up! Ya sound like...