[Sample]
You have lost the battle baby
[Verse 1]
Your story will end before it begins
I throw your demo CD on the floor of my Benz
I got 4 girlfriends, 1 ex and 2 main chicks
Trip cause they all fell in love with the same dick
The same Nick who used to drop bars at lunchtime
Laughed his dumb a** to the bank with all these punchlines
A frontline pressing out these ho n***as
Throwing up their gang signs and I'm like, "So, n***a?"
A k**er who ain't never had a fight in his whole life
You n***as ain't getting at me, or no 9th
Look at me man, I swear I'm back on it
If she bad but her titties sag put some racks on it
Gotta give the game a lift with some gangsta sh**
Only backpack n***a used to hang with crips
Few of us made it out making major chips
Now the only time I see them is on the Vegas Strip
Then what we did, got out the hood because we had to
My homie in a three piece suit, he might stab you
I'm tattooed, so the hood forever with me
n***as talking all that sh**, but they never come and get me
I'm blind though, I'm blind though, they talk the talk
But when they come to my city they can't walk where I walk
I'm at King Taco with a fly Ecuadorian
Exquisitely exotic man, I'm so California, damn!
And I miss Sean Price
Body the beat in Brooklyn, put that b**h on ice
Been nasty with these nouns since Nick at night
The homie Pat played the track, now it's Nick on 9th
Government names, we in love with the game
Y'all n***as can't progress, cause you f**ing with lames
Homie this mere city, only thing that I bang
From the Legends out to Strange, that ain't never gonna change
I'm dolo, mobbing to the store off in Meddlebrook
Tattoos showing and a n***a better never look
You pay them goons so that you could act hard
I don't need security guard, I got God
No weapon formed against me, I should fear no man
If it ain't the Wu-Tang, I should fear no clan
I rip the white sheet of the redneck Republican
It's Zulu sh**, y'all don't wanna f** with us again
Just play the beat, let the motherf**ing record spin
It's Murs and 9th Wonder and we back to f** it up again
So play the beat, let the motherf**ing record spin
It's Murs and 9th Wonder and we back to f** it up again