[Hook]
Don't want nobody to die
Don't want to have to ride but in this game
I guess that's just the way, I guess that's just the way
Have it your way
[Verse 1]
It's gonna be slow singing, flower bringing
Gat clinging, bat swinging, bullets flyin', n***as dyin'
Mom's cryin, f*ggots really don't want it
Lead coming, blood gushin from ya arms, legs, head and stomach
I felt the hatred, cause when I turned around like the Matrix
Comin for me, an array of bullets headin dead for me
First the one, and then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a mac 11
Platinum producer k**ed by haters tonight on Channel 7
He do beats for 2Pac, now coming out the spring from Heaven
Ya know my piece is, hotter than grease is
With no wrong way to eat ya face like a Reese's
Seem like the second I get some shine
n***as quit they f**in' job so they can hate full time
So, gimme the gat, I hit em wit that
co*k back, blat blat
Let me tell you n***as something familiar
Broke n***as don't want war, man I'll k** ya
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Oh oh, I get it, this year, n***as don't dance
But just rock bulletproof hats and steel pants
Now everybody got a gun in they hand, yeah b**h n***a run to ya man
Street sweeper aerials f** where they land
n***as close they eyes and don't aim like My b**h when she pop champagne
Bottles, I tell you bout them damn models
They can't cook for a lick, but they'll lick a dick and swallow
Look I been living my life, Bullsh**tin' when I write songs
Especially talkin' bout havin' ice on and I could barely keep my lights on
n***as played me like Ty-Son, trying to take my light songs
Cuse they know I'd knock n***as the f** out the box
Full Glocks, the f** out the box, co*ked
Who the f** tryin to box right now?
I feel like, my whole city on my back
I feel like, next year, my whole city on the map
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'm from, Chi town, where the raps the realest
The tracks gorilla, we got the millas and we'll be at ya scrilla
Close your doors, lock your windows
We be at them execs for them back end checks
Now, We on the court, and we got next up
Now, This summer we got benz, we got Lex truck
It's kinda like trading places huh? I never plug
But I'm guilty by a**ociation, so gangstas show me love
For that track I did, yeah I know, the rest the album wack as sh**
Ooooh, its Kanye to the with that platinum sh**, ya punk b**h
[Hook]