Is he a blood? Is he a crip?   Is he that? Is he this?   Did he do it? You know uhh   Look      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 plantiff   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   That's what I tied my hands like an Iraqi hostage      Let niggas take shots at me no response   I just flip and pop my collar like the fons   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 Quran   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 ply   And I got mental vision, intuition   I know where you goin' I read your mind's navigational system   Everybody whisperin' pers-pers-pers-perspirin'      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 doin' 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?      'For 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      Nigga streets is talkin' niggaz is gossipin'   Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it?   I need to know      When the, streets is talkin' niggas is gossipin'   Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it?   I need to know      I seen my first murder in the hall if you must know   I lost my pops when I was eleven twelve years old   He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin' it's toll   But I ain't mad at you dad holla at your lad      I grew up pushin' snowflake to niggas that was pro-base   The stress'll take a young nigga give him a old face   All I did was smoke joke think and drink   Cop came they complained front row watch game      I seen niggas before me with a chance to write they own script   Slip up and change the story   I seen young niggas go out in a blaze of glory   Before reachin' puberty scared a nigga truthfully      I took trips with so much shit in the whip   That if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, sniff   Smell me nigga, the real me nigga, minus the rumors   Holla if you feel me nigga      The streets is not only watchin' but they talkin' now   Shit they got me circlin' the block before I'm parkin' now   Don't get it twisted I ain't bitchin' I'm just cautious now   Sub under the parka extra cartridge now      Hit his click sig up you fell at it you're dense   I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic Express   I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors   But fuck it I'm still alive and I'm still in jumaa I know stafallah      Niggas wanna press me put my back to the wall   But pressure bust pipes I know I spat to y'all   To know me is to love me you see me, can't be me hate this   Fuck you I got guns like Neo in 'Matrix'      Cross the family think Mac's sweet like Cairo   Or soft like play doh get knocked off like Fredo Corleone   They find you with a hole in your dome   I roll with niggas that'll follow you and go to your home      Thought you ball   But nigga you fall to my defense   Catch you while you reachin'   Clip you then I cross you then I'm leavin      Apply full court pressure   Like four-four get you out of here, pull pressure   To the trigger bullets fly in three's   You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves      I do bullshit   Dirt tell lies then leave   Look in my eyes   Realize it's beans      Niggas wanna despise the team   Till I play head coach and straight up divide they team   Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things   Till the bullet ahh motherfuckers yeah