First Verse:
My Daddy must have been frustrated, when he busted a nut
Then came me, crawlin` out my Mama`s guts
I never figured I`d be born in Hell
In the projects, tryin` to make a livin` off these crack sales
My Baby Mama scream Child Support
I can`t sleep at home, cuz a nigga sniff coke
Fuck it, I`m up early like a dope fiend
The game got me feelin` like I`m high off Terrazine
Jump in my Grand and I`m mashin`
I score my dope in Texas, down here these niggas taxin`
Twenty-two for a chicken
Sixteen for a real cut believe me, all brick-and
Now it`s time to hit the block
I call Sam and Jeff, let`s cut this shit into rocks
You know my game don`t stop
I`m postin` bail for my nigga Telly, he got caught with a glock
Chorus (uncredited singer+Crazy):
(singer)
We`re going to make it after all
(Crazy)
Niggas don`t wanna see me ball
Hold up my middle finger screamin` Fuck `em all!
Feel Me!
(2x)
Second Verse:
Been rappin` since an early age, I fiend for loot
I still hear, Corey Hartman, sayin` Please don`t shoot
Niggas wonder why I plot to make a mil in this shit
Droppin` songs in the studio, bringin` a hit
Never worried about the bitches cuz they came with paper
Me and my nigga Pretty Man is plottin` up on a caper
It`s all real in the `Ville nigga, peep my pain
For six years I was snortin` heavy, addicted to cane
With no family to turn, what else could I do?
None of my niggas couldn`t help me, they was loaded too
Dreams of bein` a big rap star circulated
Hooked up in robbin` shit, now I was drug-related
Ridin` in a blue bourbon sayin` Fuck them Hoes
White T-shirts, and Nikes, and a pair of girbauds
Never knowin` that the Feds were comin` tight tomorrow
Y`all bitches just don`t wanna see us ball
Feel me now
Chorus
Third Verse:
Ninety-six brought the death of Roderick, and my nigga Pac
And I was still in the `Ville slingin` rocks
Told the company I was a soldier, I would`ve gave my life
That`s why a nigga stay loyal to his wife
Nigga started stealin` money, when he got buried
Through all the confusion, I went and got married
Good times didn`t last long, cuz we was broke
The company gettin` ran without Roderick was a joke
So a thug fled camp, like Ed Legend did
With my nigga named Henry, went the highest bid
We finally dropped Shed Tears, now let`s wait and see
A week later we gettin` calls, from Master P
And every other major label on the block
Tryin` to get a piece of that nigga comin` like Pac
A hundred thousand records sold, now let me flaunt it
I can finally get that house my Mama wanted
Feel me
Chorus (2x)
(Singer)
Fuck `em all
We`re gonna make it
We`re gonna make it
Fuck `em all
You can suck my dick
Fuck `em all
This for all the haters
This for all the breather haters
Fuck all ya
We`re gonna make it
Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh
