[Verse 1] If it wasn't for Kool Herc, hip hop wouldn't be created That's bullsh**, I would of created it tens years later n***as acting up till the guns is heard I don't hear you popping sh** now, mums the word And all you rapping n***as, what, that's all you got Think you a thug now you doing songs with Pac Got a bullet in my stomach doctors scared to remove it And 25 stitches above my dick to prove it But I can't die, so I don't wear no vest I'm like super n***a, got a SF on my chest n***a I'll take a automatic and play Russian roulette Just to collect life insurance, fake my d**h Told you once, told you twice This is the last time you can boooooooop give me a flat line Even if I bleed to d**h I can't die Not even if I fell from ten stories high Yo, I'ma rule the underground or get shot trying No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron [Hook] [x8] I'm not dying What bring it I'm not dying [Verse 2] I tried everything swallowed pills slit my wrist Made my own brother shoot me, X-1 f**ing missed Tried to paint the walls with my brain but the gun jammed At my first shoot out, I stayed everyone ran I went in raw in more than ten different women Locked myself in the garage with the Benz running As a kid, they had to watch me carefully Tried to put the blow dryer in the bath with me Everywhere I go, I hear voices, who calling me Doc said my brain damaged but I don't see nothing wrong with me Maybe that's why half the industry won't do a song with me I walked amongst the dead, Talked to punks with lead An eye for an eye, we can all go blind All you n***as talking about you ain't scared to die I feel you n***a, cause I ain't scared to k** you n***a WHAT I'ma rule the underground or get shot trying No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron [Hook] You can't k** me (8X)