| I had some problems | |
| And no one could seem to solve them | |
| But you found the answer | |
| Told me to take this chance | |
| [AZ - speaking over Chorus] | |
| Yeah, now dig | |
| You got, rich niggaz right | |
| They do what they wanna do | |
| Heh, and you got | |
| Broke niggaz, you heard? | |
| They do what they gotta do | |
| Now ask yourself, which one are you? | |
| Ha, fall back | |
| [Verse 1 - AZ] | |
| Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty | |
| Shit is scabby, the hustlin is so in me | |
| Never show envy, got a style I maxed | |
| I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that | |
| Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face | |
| I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist | |
| From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats | |
| Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef | |
| Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty | |
| Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin past me | |
| Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart | |
| Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you **** it it fart | |
| Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow | |
| Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below | |
| Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep | |
| I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [AZ - speaking over Chorus] | |
| You know! | |
| Not a soul baby! | |
| It's all for y'all now | |
| [Verse 2 - AZ] | |
| But it seems, y'all would rather | |
| See me hit than, see my rich | |
| Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch | |
| Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like | |
| I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick | |
| I did dirt through my days but hid my work | |
| Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt | |
| Sweep the next, been knowin since my feet got wet | |
| From the best turned vet learned to speak direct | |
| My game's jumpin, we all had our days of barkin | |
| You could tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin | |
| Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted | |
| Paranoid to the point it's like we, over-do it | |
| Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya | |
| Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser | |
| Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri | |
| Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [AZ - speaking over Chorus] | |
| You know! | |
| Not a soul baby! | |
| It's all for y'all now | |
| I got it locked, feel me! | |
| [Verse 3 - AZ] | |
| Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain | |
| It's only real, certain niggaz mention my name | |
| Some relate, others stay numb in the face | |
| Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race | |
| Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim | |
| Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin | |
| So what's the issue? All dick sucks is still official | |
| Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm still wit you | |
| Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin | |
| Late night, right brake lights black Excursion | |
| Tree smokin, hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin | |
| Too many niggaz got deep emotions | |
| The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems? | |
| Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom | |
| To a false, feel a fake love or hate | |
| Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [AZ - speaking over Chorus] | |
| You know! | |
| Not a soul baby! | |
| It's all for y'all now | |
| What y'all want from me? | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [AZ - speaking over Chorus] | |
| Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, stop ****in wit me | |
| I'm tryin to live man, nah mean? | |
| I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down | |
| I'm tryin to climb up man | |
| Get off my back baby | |
| It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game | |
| AZ the Visualiza return, once again | |
| Love life, hate, what the ****... {*music fades*} |
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