[02:07.00]Niggaz claim to be hard
[02:07.00]But deep down inside, you know you the pussiest ni**a out of your squad
[02:07.00]Type to get stuck up, start prayin to God
[02:07.00]Like if I don't get popped, I'm in a Mas' with a law
[02:07.00]No more street dreams, your brain like to focus on them street things
[02:07.00]As if street niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams
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[Break - Rakim sample scratched by DJ Grouch]
[02:07.00]"Know what I mean?"
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[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
[02:07.00]Niggaz claim to be tough, sh*t, that's a bluff
[02:07.00]Niggaz know if they solo in the club wouldn't budge
[02:07.00]Since you with your man all of a sudden you a thug
[02:07.00]That comes with mean mugs and flesh gettin plugged, ni**a
[02:07.00]Everybody"2Pacalypse Now"
[02:07.00]But everybody hate the thought six feet down
[02:07.00]And everybody tough, dog you ain't tough
[02:07.00]You's a drunk with one gat and a crew full of chumps
[02:07.00]Frontin hardcode when your body left in lumps
[02:07.00]Lucky the hospital in that ni**a's trunk, that's what you want?
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[Break]
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[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
[02:07.00]Niggaz still kills me
[02:07.00]Portrayin, Tony Montana, man, it was just a movie
[02:07.00]Niggaz don't move me
[02:07.00]Y'all niggaz' faker than a b**ch with implants in her tits and booty
[02:07.00]How the f**k you gon' shoot me
[02:07.00]When you got the clip backwards in the Uzi?
[02:07.00]Niggaz feel they real thugs, then feel them real slugs
[02:07.00]And feel that the streets, really wasn't for us
[02:07.00]Y'all cats is really hilarious
[02:07.00]But ain't sh*t funny when your dick's in the dust and the ambulance come
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[Break]
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[Verse 4 - Obie Trice]
[02:07.00]The bullet strikes your dome
[02:07.00]For thirty seconds, your twitchin, your body in a zone
[02:07.00]After that you're gone, everybody lookin
[02:07.00]Niggaz and b**ches, everybody shook and
[02:07.00]Homicide late, chalk in the pavement
[02:07.00]Around your physique, in the streets you're layin
[02:07.00]Your baby mama screamin, b**ch went hoarse
[02:07.00]'Cause your life was divorced at one forty-four
[02:07.00]A.M., ambulance here [siren], can't save 'em
[02:07.00]You at the County Morgue by six in the a.m.
[02:07.00]Your mother get the phone call, drop the horn
[02:07.00]She boohooin 'cause her Boo Boo is now gone
[02:07.00]Tryin to be strong
[02:07.00]She at the County Morgue, in the conference room, with the TV screen on
[02:07.00]Screamin"my baby!"
[02:07.00]All 'cause your stupid a** wanna be crazy