Verse 1: So what i grew up with them niggaz I aint stuck wit them niggaz We from the same hood But i don't fuck wit them niggaz If shit pop off I touch one of them niggaz Cut one of them niggaz Poke one of them niggaz Beg For Mercy number 4 "I'm so Hood" First LP 10 million sold im so good I thought niggaz would love to see me shine But it's makin them sick To see me gettin mines Got that Benz, got that Bentley and the new Bugatti Got the Range after partin wit the new Ferrari If it's makin you sick To see me blow im sorry Dude we used to be cool But i aint stuck wit you nigga I grew up wit you nigga But i don't fuck wit you nigga Got shot in the back Den turned around and got shot in the eye Labels Tupac lay down and die There's a message in my music can you hear it God? The mans never gonna blow Another reason why This disease infested When i spit it any nigga can get it Punks frontin' in they rhymes That ass'll be flatlined "can't we all just get along we used to be friends?" Nah, fuck that man We used to pretend These niggaz is comedians I thought i was tight funny 5 called tellin "niggaz mugged me" Bet on my new surreal shit Would you bail a nigga out son If you niggaz knew he was tryin to kill you And wouldn't let you hold a gun? Think about it Haha ha!
Outro: Aw man, Im havin too much fun with this rap shit man I love this shit man