[Intro: Mekhi Phifer and Sy Ari Da Kid] They killin' my little man, B. I'm about to be on some real murder shit, A. I'm tellin' you man, any nigga that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money or ever said any jealous bullshit about me is fuckin' dead. You understand what the fuck I'm sayin', A? They're fuckin' dead, man Yeah
[Verse 1] If I was Mitch, I would've wanted to murder niggas too But when you choose that life, the murder rate is you, true See, as a father, Mitch had hustled the hard way Knowing his action was puttin' Sonny in harm's way Should have stayed low key, knowin' he was flexin' He ain't need the whip with the gold BBSs He ain't have to partner with Rico, knowin' he extra I would've never lived with Uncle Ice, knowin' he jealous Move out the hood, and I don't mean moved for a months Then move back, I mean move out for good Dirty money to clean, money makin' shit Now paid in full, RIP to money makin' Mitch, that's word
[Interlude: Darien Berry & Omar Epps] C'mon man, it's Blizz, of course I'm takin' care of myself, man Yeah man, it's nice to see you, man Yeah pardon me for a second, I'm 'bout to rob this place What's up? Alright everybody puts your hands in the air and face the fuckin' bar! Aw shit! Don't look at me, goddamnit! Ay yo Q, you want a piece of this? Nah man I'm outta here Aight, everybody, take your fuckin' clothes off!
[Verse 2] If I was Q, I would've been down, like what's the next move Nah I'm bullshittin', I prolly just would've left too But if I was Blizz, I would've asked Q about a gig Or anything not to do another bid But jobs not hiring 'cus of something I did In the past, they gon' treat us like criminals when we kids No food inside the fridge, well, nowhere to put a fridge 'Cus I ain't got nowhere to fuckin' live Momma on drugs, Daddy said I wasn't his And I'm out here starvin', nigga something's gotta give Life's a bitch, shit I prolly would've robbed the place too Hell I prolly would've even robbed Q and you, muhfucka
[Interlude: Cuba Gooding Jr. & Morris Chestnut & Sy Ari Da Kid] Let's go Alright, wait a minute man. Let's split up No, man I don't think we should do that. I mean if we gotta throw some hands I think it'll be better if we're together Aw man, them fools ain't gon' wanna do nothin' man, they just showin' out and shit RICKY! Yo
[Verse 3] If I was Tre, I would've never split up with Ricky If I'm ridin', you ridin' with me and jealous ones envy Now how the fuck it get to this? You shouldn't have been running yo' lips Knowin' they bloods and your brother is a crip, shit This ain't no time to take no motherfuckin' piss Them niggas wanna leave you in a motherfuckin' ditch Them niggas furious like my father name Speakin' of my father, follow me, he gave me all the game Hopefully we make it back to our side and see your brother Even though they'll probably fuckin' kill each other Them gang bangin' options, you know it's on and poppin' Your brother in our life, you got a scholarship to college Just think about your mama
[Outro] Damn And that's what I would do Shoulda woulda coulda, right? I knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
