[Intro: Kurupt]
Black flood, feel me
Yeah, slice (slice)
Bonzi J. Wells, Kurupt Young Gotti, nigga
Feel me, real talk, gangsta
[Kurupt]
My life, my family - they hate me
They wanna execute me, fuck around and shoot me
Damn, do I gotta change my whole mind state?
Throw a brick up, new nickel to eighth
I gotta go to a different world
Cuz right here is a motherfuckin nightmare
It`s Young Gotti, I`m always the motherfucking underdog, dawg
Wait a minute, I got a question for y`all..
Do families turn there backs over emotions or acts?
Turn their back over emotional acts?
Do they fall in emotional traps?
Do it transpire into emotional collapse?
From nickel`s and mac`s, over bread and bitches, poetics and rap`s
Or who they choose to do business with or perhaps, we talkin bout family
I can`t believe my eyes, it`s the stand up, fall and rise
All cuz how cuz I`m fuckin with Blood
Oh this niggas hot cuz I`m fuckin with cuz
Oh this nigga got problems because of this
He read an article and thought a nigga tried to dis
When we was young we use to roll like a all nighter
Then roll a pimp game kicked in and popped collars
Me and one of my brothers use to be the tightest group
Until this motherfuckin day, we the tighest group
I can`t help it if a nigga make a sudden change
Would it be a different game if it wasn`t change?
Would we be as close as we was in `93?
I can`t help but think a little bit differently
I can`t help but think we might even be closer
We use to be back to back holdin toasters
[Chorus: Kurupt]
I didn`t change..
When y`all niggas wanted to stay - I didn`t change
When things wasn`t going our way - I didn`t change
When y`all niggas wanted the verse
The shoe was on a different foot and the roles reversed - I didn`t change
When niggas use to call us wack
Like Fuck the Westcoast and never call us back - I didn`t change
When niggas was talkin shit
Talkin bout they ain`t fuckin with us - I never changed, nigga
[Interlude: Kurupt] *scratched*
Give me mines, give me mines nigga
This is for the homies
It was ninteen nintey three
Blaze that shit up
This is for the homies..
[Kurupt]
I`m about to change motherfuckin rules
Here first like wild motherfuckin bulls
I`ma make something for niggas to link about
And leave the whole hood with something to think about
I can`t help but think a million times a day
A nigga got about a million things he gotta say
I never been the type to beat around the bush
My big homie introduced me to Benz`s and cush
God grant me the strength to go the length, the width
With a little bit of that and a bit of this
It`s fucked up that a nigga that I barely know
Would give it up to me but my homies won`t
My success pattern is in a constant shake
It`s like film making without no film to make
It`s like hang gliding but I can`t hang
And now niggas tryin to kick me out my game
All because of where I choose to lay my hat
All because of where a motherfuckers at
I`m feelin like I`m falling like dead leaves
It like I`m swingin from vines like Tarzan
I`m about to take another trip to Tarzana
Pop something for a motherfucker to go bananas
Rack up the gauge, cuz I can feel it coming
It`s the heater home in the summer, I feel it coming
My kids my main priority, you thority, agility, ability
My tranquility to toss a typhoon at the moon
Hurricane spread through the saloon like alien goons and harpoons
I could do this shit by myself
I`d rather be read then be placed back on the shelf
I`ma motherfuckin G, nigga, forever til I die DP, nigga
I love y`all cuz..
