this is ours and we don't share
bring your crew cuz we don't care
i gots to hit the streets off
let 'em know it ain't a sweet walk
the only joint made this year that'll knock 'til 2003
that the hottest nigga out there
i can go away for a minute
with some shit that'll spit from dusk 'til dawn
ain't no comin back in the morning
like that shit was a dream
stick a nigga make him squeal
those can't be the last words of ya man
how many million did my last one sell? fuck it
and ever fuckin time i hit you
it's goin straight to the
and i scratch 'til you done
and ain't no more scratches after that
is you cats doin runnin around like this
i stay givin it to niggas
and i stay not really being heard
that the same things thou done to them
that sometimes though you come thru the front
you leavin out the backdo'
and you better come with niggas you don't give a fuck about
cuz you gone lose your boys
and the silencer will silence any cocksucker with somethin to say
whether i'm on or off the leash i bite
another life taken too soon
another mother had a funeral
and the pain is forever alive inside
shit i'm always careful when i walk
and how it's stayin dog gone fuck with the hood
the dog fuck with the wood