Yeah, keep that
Huh.. what a mess
Yeah.. I see you (PRIMO!!)
Yeah.. I was blessed with some clarity right?
Uh-huh, hah.. I'ma sit back
Tell you niggaz what I been lookin at, huh
[Xzibit]
Y'all niggaz is killin me
You got Bloods and Crips in New York City, is anybody feelin me?
I ain't concerned with who gon' shoot who
I'm only concerned with music, and who break through
FUCK YOU, for thinkin platinum is the ultimate goal
These faggot niggaz gettin they money, but losin they soul
I don't wanna hear shit from you niggaz with no background
No backbones, you get no chance to back down
Deal how we deal witcha, peons, no chips
Changin whips out so they can look richer
I see the big picture, startin in the kitchen
with bricks and Pyrex pots, the widescreen edition
Listen, I seen niggaz hit with so much time loc
They have to die and come back three times to see them white folks
Take notes, cause you will be tested
Vested up, drunk as fuck, large caliber weapons
I feel you.. rap niggaz, fuckin it up
Monkey-mouthed muh'fuckers, spoilin the cut
For real niggaz in the street, really hustlin weight
See they networks and blueprints on hip-hop tapes
Johnny Law catchin on, soakin up the game
How you think they find the stash spots and follow the slang? STUPID
Grown men playin cops and robbers
Death for dollars, I'm too laid back to holla
[Chorus 2X: *scratched by DJ Premier*]
[X] What a mess..
"And Ruff up, the motherfuckin House" - GZA
"Hope y'all niggaz hearin this right"
"We.. we gon'.. we gon' gon' win"
[Xzibit]
Look at what we leavin behind
We back at square one, ridin, with nuttin to ride fo'
Dyin for nuttin worth dyin fo'
The blind lead the blind with a blindfold, with "Eyes Wide Shut"
Save mine up, cause nothin ever last forever
Never nothin out of my reach, we blast whoever
I can split a muh'fuc(Verse 1):
Now don't you run away from my Glock
You can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots
Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga
Shiiit,
I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the Glocks and Macs
And they'll never breathe again like Toni Braxton
Cause I don't see nothing wrooong with a little bummper jack
So say "what up?" to the 1-8-7 FAC
Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats
Kickin' back like a muthafucka slangin' sacks
Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap
So if you're funkin' with the FAC
Better to stay strapped
Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black Gat
Nigga, and you be feelin' kinda fucked up
When your homie drop, it's simple
You can't run away from my Glock
(Chorus): 2x
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
(Verse 2):
Spiggedy One kickin' dat ass with some lay back shit
The trigga-happy nigga, I figure
Niggas won't wanna step to me
If they know I'll be bustin' caps
I roll straps niggas take naps
Cause I don't be fuckin' around
When it comes to bustin' that steel
I'm too real, niggas feeel me
When I kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard
But fuck what you heard
I smokes niggas like Herb
Put your ass smooth on ice
So nigga don't be 2 proud to beg
For your muthafuckin' life
Cause Nine Cali'll make 'em stutter
Make 'em drop, nigga
You can't run away from my Glock
(Chorus): 2x
(Verse 3):
Comin' like the Lench Mobb swingin' on a vine
Yellin' out peace to my muthafuckin' Nine
Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass
Givin' a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past
Nigga, I like to let a nigga have a bloody body
Don't think I'm bad, no boxin' no karate
Just a big fat Gat for them suckas
I ain't scared of you muthafuckas
Shiiit, and nigga that's how it