SHADY-O-MIX Back nigga! Second rounds on me! Kanawha! Cassius! Stack 4 Bobby Creek Water! Oh, Tyson... Niggaz didn't kill me, now a nigga's gone, yeah Peel my chat back, I'm never at home I'm somewhere, with my shaft resting on a hose torn Sippin' *** Perignon, while she's sipping up them new borns Yeah, bet you hate the news, homie You probably somewhere, sittin' on the stoop, huh Sippin' on the brew, plottin' to pop me later, huh Wouldn't want a hater learn, I'm too great on the song I push weight on the corner, send weight to the coroner My courage make him turn performer I transform into Uma Thurman, a dude's version Versus letting a perfilous nigga with no purpose Continue to walk this earth's surface I was birthed for hip-hop, brought you out of my service And yet you try to murder this nigga that's coming from the same turf as yours What nerve of yours to piss, because your hustles ain't worth a *** Now I'm getting rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's dig With a bitch, you in the trenches, trying to reach a big On another rapper's dick, who won't represent where you live Know you annoyed, but don't make the mistake I'm state to state in that Honda, nigga, not an accord I'm in that Honda G4, you would never afford And yup, it's probably E's, but a nigga is on board I ain't out, cry now I ain't out, cry now I ain't out, cry now I ain't out, nigga, cry now I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me I'll lay his ass out and park a Grand Am on him The city where the weak survive and the strong die Where beef collides, shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy I done seen the worst of the worst And what could be worse than a verse about bullets dispersed up in your shirt The streets is like a curse, niggas fronting for a bitch It's like you begging to die, like bear hunting with a switch A part of my heart is gone, I can never smile the same Trigger finger is itchy, it'll take a while to tame Detroit is hella dirty, but the dozen can fix it Resist and a biscuit will exceed the distance And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet Off a kid's trombone, right to where you niggas lay Obi can tell you that death is just a few inches away I've shed tears, but you can get your fill of it today Uh, by the creek Laugh now, cry never, my beretta is a body part Hit him with just enough shots to make his body art Now I feel like we even See, Creek is here to shine a light on these niggas this evening Soon as I get my karma right on them zeros, I'm leaving Load up a clip and make it dark, all them heroes I'm cheesing ***, they got schnitzels on the clock, got to watch what I'm saying Me by a bitch, a couple rocks in the rocks, quit playing Back on my grids and my ninja, nobody ran with me And for them ***in' spectators, I brought the band with me We playing halftime, niggas And *** pine, you would never *** mine, nigga The dollars line when they said you gon' be fine, nigga Witness the art of war in the physical Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical And no words from Cash Mouth was fiction Ready to throw clips if I'm ever dissing you My overall war is raw to the core, the surface Of the street, when I walk through the door, my purpose Is to move up, pull tools, you purpose Watch me overthrow the government with my turban Plot up in Latin, Sola Mumia I'm praying to proof, I'm searching for Jerry Garcia Talk to my brother, cone in the streets of the D I'm talking to K and Hulk, niggas waiting on me You take the first shot, then second rounds on me And when you walk on the other side, me and my brother ride I don't rap for the plaques, my contract signed just for scratch To get you whacked, nigga With a gun, with a shank, with a pack Pass love through the lung, get it right, what you rap, nigga I'm pouring craze to raise the more famous Clapping down bangers, spit for entertainment, yeah Cry now, cry now Cry now, cry now Cry now, cry now Cry now, cry now Nigga, cry now Young stack, keep the gat on top Want war, I don't give a *** Shot till you kiss the ***er up It'll lift him up, believe me, you will float The result is your family heart broke Looking like an artichoke vegetable Whole stiff, nigga, paralyzed from the neck down Magoon stick, niggas turn soldiers to stick figures Hand on triggers, real life porn killers We roll out like four-wheelers, God shield us From backstabbers and gold diggers Tipsy on brown liquor, watch me, obnoxious Broads call me cocky, popping long dicks Stab it up the box like hockey Especially when a bitch ride it like jockey From the Benz to the Range to the black jalopy I'm the ***, the only one who ain't heard his foxes Formalize a plan, no man can stop me Ball talks, stack quo, understand you copy? You copy? Cry now, cry now Cry now, cry now Cry now, cry now Nigga, cry now