motherfuckers ain't gon' get at me like that nigga
and ready for warfare
they ain't ridden me of nothin but weapons of war playa
pick up the double for reverends and devils
more weapons will give 'em the bite there
but the war yeah
he got us a sword right out of a drawer
now give me a reason this isn't assault
my fault
caught up in the crosshairs
here's more playa
they thought it was over and it was a wrap
i tap-dance
for the paper
escape in a world that they never did care playa
and when it was written
the devil didn't deliver it in your mail
and what do you know
it's just like livin in hideous times here
addicted to kick it
compete with the price
pour me some ice
yeah
now give me some liquor to get with the vibe
for quicker than fast to get with the mass
the underclass is what they call it
call me a drunk or an alcoholic i'm ballin
motherfucker!
i'ma-i'ma keep it thug 'til the day that i die
i'ma keep it thug 'til the day that i die
see ya - see ya boys hatin cause you see a nigga ballin
sippin-sippin on the hennessy until a nigga fallin
jones. now i'ma push it to the limit
i was dyin to be the boss
and we was up early cause grindin was a sport
rewindin in my thoughts
late 90's it was cold
lost a friend every month
couldn't survive another loss
my niggaz in the pen
until we meet again
picture me in the benz
blowin weed in the wind
i caught a few cases
and now the coupe races
right through the westside
floor seat at the lakers
the milli-makers
uhh
and do you know what that money mean?
the wintertime turn to sunny scenes
50 thou' on my dungarees
i made it rain like it's thundering
but the money got me nervous
my niggaz pack guns cause i ain't tryin to get murdered
and the feds tryin to serve us
cause we ballin
but i'ma thug 'til i die
until i hug the sky - jones!
as soon as we judge you give me the grudge you get it away from me
always seem to be druggin the bud
they get with the scrubs
i'm sittin here waitin for somebody daily
hopin for love cause shit it is hard enough
myself
get 'em away from me
probably does continue to move it and groove it
and why you never get rid of me
can never get rid of beef
nobody know me and nobody owe me
i get it myself
i'm earnin respect and wealth up under the belt
the baby can feel the welts
been livin in poverty
livin and prosperous
livin in the matrix
i'm gettin it how
huh
i'm movin this shit
i stay on the edge and ready to smash
and we better then that
lord i hope we kick it to get it together real fast
together at last
under the bridge
you know what it is
move my ass
drunk or an alcholic i'm ballin
even if i'm crawlin
quicker than fast
now get with the mass
the underclass is what they call it
motherfucker