Uhh This for my niggaz Sometimes I wonder if niggaz still love this rap shit, man Or y'all motherfuckers only like beats and hooks It's all good I Ain't mad I just... nigga Yeah This for my niggaz tho My real ass niggaz Real nigga music Hold on
Sometimes I wonder to myself why I'm so vicious and hostile With a love for gangsta shit thats deep as christians with gospel And I'm thuggin with a clique of apostles Artistically I'ma stay sick as Picasso 'Til the niggaz are fossil, 'til the niggaz are artifact Any cardiac procedures for me do it in the ghetto cause that's where my heart is at So if I ever had a heart attack You shock treatment on the street to bring this artist back We clear? I feel like this is my autobiography Make each rhyme freeze time like the art of photography I can't explain how growing up in poverty bothered me Gangbangers fathered me, taught me the science of robbery So I was cockin pistols, when Kris dropped "My Philosophy" Dropped outta school with an IQ higher than Socrates Who knew, beein a hoodlum was my outcome In the 60's, Could've been a muslim named Malcolm How come, everybody in america's mouth run Talking about us bad, when you made us pull out guns Gave my people crack, counter attack that with the RICO act That's why them penitentiary's be so packed but if you peep through the key whole black you see those crackers sittin on the kilo stack I ain't racist I just wonder where our heroes at We roll strapped, please know that, we load gats Send three shots through your moschino hat Sip some 'Gnac, lean on back, this is gangsta Movin through the hood in a McLaren FL Wearin a vest and a gun, bangin KRS-One just when y'all niggaz thought the terror era was done a nigga scared to speak, I never was one So fuck Bill O'Reilly tryin to block my door You just a racist like half of these L.A. cops I know I keep a glock ready to lock n load I steel your soul like elvis stole rock n roll I'm so political, then again I'm so gangsta that it's pitiful I squeeze with ease when y'all find it difficult
[x2:] Crooked is a renegade, I never been afraid Double r slugs, how many scars can it penetrate Miggaz wanna lock me in a box, put me in a cage Cause I speak the real shit whenever I'm center stage
Compositores: Marshall B Mathers Iii, Dominick Wickliffe ECAD: Obra #17481093