(singing like joe "i don't wanna be a player")   He don't wanna be a muslim no more   He used to be black and proud   Now he wanna be hardcore, ooh, ohh (repeat)      When I met this cat he was eatin' veggie burgers   Now you see him yo he think he about murders   I used to write his rhymes and let him shine   Knowin' that he old school and out of time   Bitch made cat and yo he shot a kid   On top of that yo he got his man doin' a bid   Ex-crackhead and lived in a crackhead crib   Never sold records now he tryin' to live   But he was my man, I was the key he was a quarter gram   You like 37, lets give it up man   You in this war you shoulda let me know   If it's war when I see you gonna let you go   But you's a homo thug, faggot though   I hate you and the rest of y'all faggots though   So let me boost you and eat y'all niggas what you're used to   You just mad 'cause you wasn't in the juice crew   You a muslim now or just used to?    Five percent today or just used to?    Aiyyo a thug this week I guess you's too   Mad 'cause I cut you off 'cause you was soft   I got jumped you had the gat and you didn't let off   Ice broke it up than I turned around and split off   Yeah my nigga shot the nigga in the north face cloth   So what the fuck, watch my wyle like what   You can't rock shit   Thugged out entertainment we fuck you up   All my n u straight scuff you up   And all my niggas freak bitches like me and kurupt   Aye yo you bitin' my style fearin' my words   You ain't pro-black because you like po' white birds   Eatin' ham with your man while you in the suburbs   You like old school and washed up   I told you rhyme like a dog and put your heart up   Tell the truth, tell the truth,   Why you tellin' them lies   You goy mad 'cause I was fuckin' with (? ) and nas   And you hate nas right that's what you told me right?    Everything that he did yo you tried to bite   Don't get mad 'cause you weak and he real tight   The qb niggas don't like you neither   You had dreds now you met now you got a caesar   Bitin' my style, wastin' your style   You was in for the culture how you switchin' your style   And you know it ain't over yet   'cause me and my click will bring the rest