Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring Yo let me let y'all niggas know one thing There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King The highlights of living, Vegas style roll dice in linen Antera spinning on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winning them Threats I'm sending them, Lex with TV sets the minimum Ill sex adrenaline Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken-heads flock I lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em Fucking me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon Grab your gun it's on though Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight With the broke Mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit "I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing" "I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing" "I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing" "I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing" I peeped you fronting, I was in the Jeep Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpint Across the street you was wilding Talking bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine Laying up, playing the yard with crazy shine I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him What was he thinking on my corner when it's pay me time Dug em you owe me cousin something told me plug him So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come Then they came asking me my name, what the fuck I got stitched up and went through Left the hospital that same night, what Got my gat back, time to backtrack I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one That clown nigga's through, blazing at his crew daily The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me? So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours Be lighting L's sipping Coors, on all floors in project halls Contemplating war niggas I was cool with before We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes And best friends become strangers, word up "Y'all know my steelo" "There ain't an army that could strike back" "Y'all know my steelo" "There ain't an army that could strike back" "Y'all know my steelo" "There ain't an army that could strike back" "Y'all know my steelo" "There ain't an army that could strike back"