(Rah-Digga) I be the worst like Nick To all them mc thugs Like them 4 little kids And the teacher gettin plugged I don't give a fuck style Tell me come
a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic You thought I dropped a dud in your face Until you
which broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage But it just wasn't enough to change my heart Now everything's a little upside down As a matter of fact
' And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin? I hate the ones that don't suck no I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks I hate the ones who wanna
view after you battle KRS-One no ones ever gonna wanna hear you notice the style of music you loose it I'll scald your face like them cats in Houston
that to number one Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one Sold my little three eighty east and said I need another gun The littlest
come strapped Bullets are not needed, this time it's rap for rap I'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make yours back In fact, the further the
goin' from rags to riches (ha ha ha ha) I started off as an army brat (Atten-hut!) Seven months old class act I was racing down the block As a matter of fact
Guns don't kill people, rappers do Ask any politician and he'll tell you it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson telling little
girl Lil' Wayne, Sammie baby sing to me [Chorus 1: (Sammie)] Strike one, grab your balls by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Pitch three, nut,bust on my face
ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact Hold up, this is for my gangsta team And my dime little
goin' from rags to riches (Ha ha ha ha) I started off as an army brat (Atten, hut) Seven months old class act I was racing down the block As a matter of fact
lick on the cat, that's a fact Niggas be one of the main ones doin' it Come and eat a little punk ass nigga Fuck screwin' it, little Peter Pipter These
shit Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to fuck wit Thinkin everything is stolen But can't face facts that a young black nigga's just rollin
a be there for your wife and 3 seeds Rest In Peace. [Chorus] [Cuban Link] Yeah,This is dedicated to the ones who never made it I hated the fact you
I'm a be there for your wife and 3 seeds Rest In Peace. (CHORUS) Yeah,This is dedicated to the ones who never made it I hated the fact you faded
proud I'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown You're the kind of guy with two faces Just another life that's wasted Here's a little fact, you
you close and pretend that I'm not leaving I know your scars start to feel more sore on nights like this where I can't bear to face the fact that I'