(feat. 2nd II None)

[2nd II None]

All the way from the hood
One chocolate ^!$$% up to no good
Yo I gotta watch my back, cause it's like that

Too many fools on a mission
Tryin to put in work for a hood they ain't even got they $$# in
Everybody got beef, with me and my crew

But ain't nobody step yet (so what the $#&@ they do?)
Talkin all day %#@!
Runnin they mother$#&@in lip worried about who a blood or crip

Man, $#&@ the red and the blue team
Fool, my color runs green
and it'll stay as I choose

And if my homies ain't down, they catchin the blues
They wanna stab me in my back huh?
But soon as they do, I'm comin back at cha

The same go for a (*##$
She wanna $#&@ and be good, til the money maker switch
And then I'm out on my limbs

Be got a grip on myself, and kicked the (*##$ to the wind
Cause my trust goes to no one (yup)
And sometimes - I can't trust my damn self!

It's a god damn shame
Ain't no reason to blame, one fool or one game
But it's life and a ^!$$% gotta deal with it

Man, I'm just tired of the bull%#@!

[DJ Quik]

Now if the gangsta %#@! is what you're cravin for
And the funky $$# tape is what you're savin for
Then look no further, cause I'm the brother

And I'ma break it down and kick the %#@! once more
Now the ^!$$%z tryin to disrespect the Q they get knocked out
^!$$%z tryin to disrespect the crew they get drug out

^!$$%z tryin to catch a ^!$$% slippin get snuffed out
And (*##$es tryin to set a ^!$$% up they get carried out
And yeah that bucket that you ridin in, when the glock roar

that's the same mother$#&@er you'll be hidin in
Fifteen holes, flat tires and you're windows gone
Now what's really goin on?

From Denver to Phoenix and even St. Louis
Everywhere we went, fools tried to do us
And to the suckaz thinkin that a ^!$$% wouldn't steal

how your jaw feel, and is your nose healed?
Somewhere along the line they musta heard the rumor
of my underground days mixed with bangin and humor

And when I got on stage, they all jumped in my way
shoutin, "Whattup cuz?" just to see what I'd say
But I ain't trippin, just checkin a grip

I ain't crippin or even ruinin blood'n, just smokin a bud'n
gettin bent, so if you wanna see me throw a full fit
Then come up in my face with that bull%#@!