When the, streets is talkin', niggas is gossipin' Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it? I need to know. You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin' And I only use his waist to keep my Glock in But when shit goes down you know who's doing the poppin' And if you don't know, guess who's doin' the droppin' S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood Bad move that's bad news How many times have I got to prove? How many loved ones have you got to lose Before you realize that it's probably true? Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably do Shit, I paid my dues, I made the news I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews And the streets say Jigga can't go back home You know when I heard that? When I was back home I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome On any Martin Luther, don't part with your future Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya The answer is simply too dark for the user And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in? 'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone From what the block has spoken, my God Everybody stressin', who's his baby's moms? Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh.
If I shoot you, I'm brainless Different toilet, same shit, and I'm sick of explainin' this I'm waitin' on arraignment, my nigga is the plaintiff Yeah, I know what you thinkin' - fucked up ain't it? I shoulda known better, and I planned to But dog they be takin' me out of my zone like a nigga with a handle I sat back and watched it, put the Gats back in the closet They tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostage Let niggas take shots at me, no response I just flip and, pop my collar like the Fonz You give a nigga a foot, he'll take you one step beyond He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm You wanna conversate with the writer of the Qur'an Or Old Testament, don't test him then I know what y'all thinkin' dick, pause Your future's my past, I've been here before I know when you're schemin', I feel when you plottin' I got, mental vision, intuition I know where you goin' I read your mind's navigational system Everybody whisperin' - pst pst pst ss perspirin' Is he a Blood, is he Crip? Is he that, is he this? Did he do it? Y'know, ehh Look.