[Intro: Bars]
Just yesterday I was born again
Everyday when I wake up, I`m born over
[Bars]
One for the money, two for the cash
Three for Riker`s Island, who need weed bag stash
Seen dope fiends throw up, shitty weed bags, it`s madness
Coppers perpetrayin` the fort, crackers wanna kill niggaz
Triggers get handed to niggaz, with no cases
I guess I`d have a gun, if I was safer
Never hate us, come in dreams, when I be sleepin`
Makin` me wake up, with cold sweats, it`s no threat
Imaginary gunshot to the head
But I be happy, when I don`t wake up dead
I`m just on point, do what y`all might do
Even though that ain`t like you
You ain`t no killa, nigga, my type 2
Pencil will carve a name in a check
That`ll get your ass gensu, in two
[Chorus: V12]
You not no killa, and everybody knows you not
You not no killa, no, no, you ain`t
Killa, you not, you know you not, you not, a killa
You not no killa, no, oh no
[V12]
Big guns try to approach, but need one
Don`t force me to pump you and your soldiers, your close breath
Free throws, like bitches, keep babies, it might seem
Crazy, how I`d rap and sing, it`s truly amazing
I spend nights and a days, with a bad bitch from Beijing
And them cops keep hating, I`m answer my floor
But at the same time, get off these hammers, increasin` my throat
Call me V-Twizzy, more tenor, bitch, cuz you the dumb one
Look, Tony, not to get hit from the blind side
Bitches, cling rider, whoever, dun, it`s y`all time
And everybody knows your not
[Hooks]
I`m that good guy, hood fly, dubbies on an S
Six double no, bling, hangin` off my neck
Bang tattered on my waist, I ain`t go no problems
But that ratchet can`t be safe
Just in case, I gotta put a bastard in his place
Cuz I ain`t been dead nothing
I showed a love I have, and did my life thuggin`
Youngin` from the 41st side of the hood
Mix a twenty sacks of haze, with a sack of that wood
Cuz I get high, like I get money and hoes
I done came up, and still be runnin` the same codes
And I move crowds, air you out
Niggaz round the hood said B-N-H got the juice now
New Now N Laterz, we back, you wanksta
Q.B., 41st Side, B.A. gangstas
Got it locked, you ain`t a killer, never buck a shot, nigga
Stock boy, you too cold to be a hot boy
[Chorus]
[Shyheim]
Some actin` cuckoo like he just flew over a nest
Like y`all give a fuck how much weight he bench
Shyheim, my government and my attribute
BIG left me a tech a nine, at my cribs
So give me the loot, or LBC it like Snoop
I`m out to get coof again, coof again, coupe
Turn up the thermostat, I beat a murder rap
I`m about to bring it back, in the name of crack
In the name of dope, slidin` through your hood
On a diamondback, with spokes
Big boy toys, underneath the smoke of coke
Y`all motherfuckers must think I`mma joke
I smack niggaz like you, and tell `em, go get your guns
As far as I`m concerned, y`all can suck dick and swallow cum
I`m God son, the rose of salvation
Product of the ghetto, I`m the streets creation
I move like vampires, only at night
Hand grip like plyers, on the block with rapid fire
Goin` hay wire, I stab a nigga til my arm gets tired
About to retire..
