[Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Niggaz claim to be hard But deep down inside, you know you the pussiest nigga out of your squad Type to get stuck up, start prayin to God Like if I don't get popped, I'm in a Mas' with a law No more street dreams, your brain like to focus on them street things As if street niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams
[Break - Rakim sample scratched by DJ Grouch] "Know what I mean?"
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice] Niggaz claim to be tough, shit, that's a bluff Niggaz know if they solo in the club wouldn't budge Since you with your man all of a sudden you a thug That comes with mean mugs and flesh gettin plugged, nigga Everybody "2Pacalypse Now" But everybody hate the thought six feet down And everybody tough, dog you ain't tough You's a drunk with one gat and a crew full of chumps Frontin hardcode when your body left in lumps Lucky the hospital in that nigga's trunk, that's what you want?
[Break]
[Verse 3 - Obie Trice] Niggaz still kills me Portrayin, Tony Montana, man, it was just a movie Niggaz don't move me Y'all niggaz' faker than a bitch with implants in her tits and booty How the fuck you gon' shoot me When you got the clip backwards in the Uzi? Niggaz feel they real thugs, then feel them real slugs And feel that the streets, really wasn't for us Y'all cats is really hilarious But ain't shit funny when your dick's in the dust and the ambulance come
[Break]
[Verse 4 - Obie Trice] The bullet strikes your dome For thirty seconds, your twitchin, your body in a zone After that you're gone, everybody lookin Niggaz and bitches, everybody shook and Homicide late, chalk in the pavement Around your physique, in the streets you're layin Your baby mama screamin, bitch went hoarse 'Cause your life was divorced at one forty-four A.M., ambulance here (*siren*), can't save 'em You at the County Morgue by six in the a.m. Your mother get the phone call, drop the horn She boohooin 'cause her Boo Boo is now gone Tryin to be strong She at the County Morgue, in the conference room, with the TV screen on Screamin "my baby!" All 'cause your stupid ass wanna be crazy
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[Break - Rakim sample scratched by DJ Grouch] "Know what I mean?"
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice] Niggaz claim to be tough, shit, that's a bluff Niggaz know if they solo in the club wouldn't budge Since you with your man all of a sudden you a thug That comes with mean mugs and flesh gettin plugged, nigga Everybody "2Pacalypse Now" But everybody hate the thought six feet down And everybody tough, dog you ain't tough You's a drunk with one gat and a crew full of chumps Frontin hardcode when your body left in lumps Lucky the hospital in that nigga's trunk, that's what you want?
[Break]
[Verse 3 - Obie Trice] Niggaz still kills me Portrayin, Tony Montana, man, it was just a movie Niggaz don't move me Y'all niggaz' faker than a bitch with implants in her tits and booty How the fuck you gon' shoot me When you got the clip backwards in the Uzi? Niggaz feel they real thugs, then feel them real slugs And feel that the streets, really wasn't for us Y'all cats is really hilarious But ain't shit funny when your dick's in the dust and the ambulance come
[Break]
[Verse 4 - Obie Trice] The bullet strikes your dome For thirty seconds, your twitchin, your body in a zone After that you're gone, everybody lookin Niggaz and bitches, everybody shook and Homicide late, chalk in the pavement Around your physique, in the streets you're layin Your baby mama screamin, bitch went hoarse 'Cause your life was divorced at one forty-four A.M., ambulance here (*siren*), can't save 'em You at the County Morgue by six in the a.m. Your mother get the phone call, drop the horn She boohooin 'cause her Boo Boo is now gone Tryin to be strong She at the County Morgue, in the conference room, with the TV screen on Screamin "my baby!" All 'cause your stupid ass wanna be crazy
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