Pullin up a 500 with the 20-inch D's A muthafucka better freeze When he see me cockin these Two glocks, bust off a few shots Catch a muthafuckin case like 2Pac A real nigga gotta have balls and brains To maintain in the game Livin in the city with the killers and thugs And might be dealin some drugs A nigga either show love Or bust slugs in mugs Time tickin on my Rolex Niggas be watchin me dippin and trippin if I'm heated Cause I leave they ass deleted, erased I seen the bitch in his face When I was pullin on the trigger One less nigga Enemies stallin, I be killin em all Cause I got the brains and balls And I don't beckon for no bitches or no niggas at all It's r.i.p. on the wall I be the last nigga standin tall [ CHORUS ] Real niggas gotta have balls and brains To maintain in the game Suckers dream of schemes A baller fiend for cream I weigh my muthafuckin life on a triple beam [ VERSE 2 ] Don't let your mouth write a check that your balls can't cash Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, nigga, we on a mash Ain't no rules to the game, muthafuckas run up and blast Drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash If it wasn't for rappin I'd be jackin you muthafuckas With the fully automatic, we killers, you can't touch us Tell me how you gon' deal with the niggas that feed When they're comin from the city where the murderers bleed Keep a strap on the side, a A.K., Mac-10 Watchin all my enemies and all my friends Rollin up on niggas with the Tec in a Benz Might need checkin my ends, money and power'll win And when the enemies see me, I'ma dip in the cut Pull out my Uzi and tear his muthafuckin ass up Mob shit, dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket Screamin out 'fuck it'! [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket if I didn't die high My niggas go to war for me in gee rides Skip the killas, real niggas pack Uzis up in the pillows Big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels Puttin niggas in comas if he ain't dead from the blast Get to hospital, stick a knife in his ass Mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas Forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast Got the morgue on my pager Niggas be talkin 'bout killin me while I'm sleepin in my bed alone And when I'm headin home they wanna follow me on Until I tap em with the strap and get to bustin the chrome It's bullet holes in my hooptie Some muthafuckas rollin round wanna shoot me It's all bad, live a life on the razor with all eyes on me These niggas be talkin, but they be so phoney [ CHORUS ]