[Intro:]
It's a lot of double crossers out here
I rely on talent though

One gun up
I represent the epitome of lyricism
Double crossers die slow


[Sample:]
Sometiiimes, I think about it

And my poor heart wants to die about it (Woo!)
About the sweet sweet love lost
And the way i got double crossed

By a guy who was my friend
I see him now and then


[Verse 1:]
My enterprise is ya demise coming into ya defeat
I write with a fire in pen and signature the beat

In and out of the system, snitches get released
They eat breakfast in jail and dinner on the streets
^!$$%z get caught slippin' wit slippers on they feet

Get cut from ear to ear, blood drippin' from his cheek
I carry the broke gun, was missin off a piece
The clip all bent up, but gripped it when it's beef

The clip don't wanna go in, I force it in the heat
I force it (faucet) like the water with the dishes in the sink
Went on a robbin' spree, been stickin' up for weeks

Don't communicate with the Jake or listen when they speak
"Come out wit ya hands up, this is the police!"
I tell 'em "Hell no, no surrender no retreat"

They wasn't built like me, these ^!$$%z don't compete
Ya gimmick is unfinished, my image is complete
You say you underground but the wisdom that I speak

Walks upon the ground you livin' underneath
Mainstream dream I was lifted from beneath
Anybody deeper me's the deceased

But yo, you ever stared at a man with the vision of a beast?
Make 'em look just like food, just lift em up and eat


[Hook:]
You wanna be a thug, I must say
It ain't a two way street, it's a one-way

The more money then the more gunplay
But everybody gotta go one day
I'm prepared to ride, won't hesitate to put a man in the sky

So when you talking to me you should stare in my eyes
Lookin' for me, I'm right here in the 'Stuy
Brooklyn ^!$$%z ain't scared to die


[Verse 2:]
Before I had an interview, a photo shoot and a show

All I had was a jukes, I laid ^!$$%z on the floor
When I run in the spot, I know when its time to go
Get the drugs, get the jewels, the money and hit the door

^!$$%z do what you tell 'em when you holdin' that 4-4
Pull a gun on a ?Yes? man and make 'em say "No!"
How long you been beatin' ya girl?, you straight wilin'

Now you in and out of the can, domestic violence
It's kinda childish, man I wouldn't wanna be you
The judge gon' either 2 to 6 you or 1 to 3 you

On the visitin' floor, with the girl who ID'ed you
Dem broads'll get you locked up, then come see you
I be in ya hood, I got a chick on ya block,

I be spendin' the night, she got a nice lil' spot
You say ya hood tough and whatnot
But all the times I been in ya hood, I never heard one shot

Hop in the caddy truck and swerve up the block
The nerve that I got it
^!$$%z be actin' like they harder than me

But tell me, How hard can they be?
Startin' wit me, then wanna squash %#@! wit me
Mayne u far from a G

All those !@$)ets gonna either have to Automatic, or Revolve' it wit me
I was mindin' my own, why they botherin' me?
I bring death upon enemies

If my daddy was a real ^!$$%-what they thought I was gon' be?
The apple don't fall too far from the tree

[Hook:]
You wanna be a thug, I must say

It ain't a two way street, it's a one-way
The more money then the more gunplay
But everybody gotta go one day
I'm prepared to ride, won't hesitate to put a man in the sky
So when you talking to me you should stare in my eyes

Lookin' for me, I'm right here in the 'Stuy
Brooklyn ^!$$%z ain't scared to die