Shady Old mix Back nigga Second rounds on me Kuniva Cashis Stat Quo Bobby Creekwater Obie Trice What
Niggas didn't kill me Now a niggas gon' get Peel my cap back I'm never at home I'm somewhere With my shaft restin' on a ho's tongue Sippin' on some Don Perignon While she's sippin' up them newborns Yeah bet you hate the news holmes You probably somewhere Sittin' on the stoop huh Sippin' on the brew Plottin' to pop me later huh When will a hater learn I'm too great on a song I push weight on the corner Send weight to the coroner When courage make 'em turn performer I transform into Uma Thurman A dude's virgin Verses lettin' superfulious With no purpose nigga Continue to walk this earth's surface I was birthed for hip-hop Branch out my services Ya try to murder this nigga That's comin' from the same turf as yas What nerves have yas Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a shit I'm gettin' rich I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's Dig? With a bitch You in the trenches tryin' to reach it big On another rapper's dick Go on represent where you live Know you annoyed But don't make the mistake I'm state to state in that Honda nigga Not an Accord I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford And yup it's probably easy when a nigga is on board
[Chorus] I know Cry now I know Cry now I know Cry now Nigga cry now
I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me I'll lay his ass out And park a Grand Am on him The city where the weak survive And the strong die Where beef collides Shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy I done seen the worst of the worst And what can be worse Than a verse about bullets Dispersed up in your shirt The streets is like a curse Niggas frontin' for a bitch It's like you beggin' to die Like bear huntin' with a switch A part of my heart is gone I could never smile the same Trigger finger is itchy It'll take awhile to tame Detroit is hella dirty But the dozen can fix it Resist and the biscuit will exceed the distance And bounce off one's home Hit and ricochet off a kid's trombone Right to where you niggas lay Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away Y'all shed tears But y'all can get your feel of it today
Obie they gotta fuck with us this time nigga Bobby Creek Nigga
Laugh now Cry never My Beretta is a body part Hit him with just enough shots To make his body hard Now I feel like we even See Creek is here to shine a light on you niggas Diseasin' Soon as I get my karma right on Lindsay Rose I'm leavin' Load up a clip And make it dark on them heroes cheesin' Shit they got snitches on the clock Gotta watch what I'm sayin' Me buy a bitch a couple rocks And the watch quit playin' Back on my greasy My neezy Nobody bread whippin' And for them fuckin' spectators I brought the band with me Halftime niggas And grab pine You will never grab mine nigga The dolli's was lyin' When he said you was gon' be fine nigga
Witness art of war In the physical Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical And no words from Cash mouth is fixin' Ready with dope clips I'm ever dissin' My aura of war is raw to the core The surface of the street When I walk through the door My purpose is to move up Pull tools You perpin' Watch me overthrow the government In my turban Plot up and line up Solo mia Prayin' to proof I'm searchin for Cherry Garcia Talk to my brother Gone in the streets of the D I'm talkin' to K And hopin' niggas waitin' on me Take the first shot then The second rounds on me And when the wars on the other side Me and my brother ride I don't rap for the plaques My contracts signed just for scraps To get you whack nigga With a gun with a with a bat Take a slug through the lung Get you right what you rappin' nigga I'm born crazy raised in more fame It's the clappin' down bang It's for entertainment
Young Stat keep the gat On tuck Want war I don't give a fuck Shot till you kiss Pucker up It'll lift 'em up Believe me you'll flow The result is your family heart broke Lookin' like an artichoke Vegetable Ho's stiff Nigga paralyzed from the neck down My goon stick niggas Turn soldiers to stick figures Hand on triggers Real life born killers We roll out like four wheelers God sent us From backstabbers and gold diggers Tipsy off brown liquor Watch me Obnoxious Broad call me cocky Poppin' long dick Stabbed it out the box like hockey Especially when a bitch ride it like jockey From the Benz to the Range to the black Jalopy I'm the shit The only one who ain't heard is Foxy Formalize a plan No man can stop me Balls all Stat Quo Understand Ya copy?