What what, what-what? Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre? Oh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that? This is special right here, what what, what what
All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover? Never been a lover, but America had broke
we charged tomorrow yesterday I'm in debt over my head the American way It's already spent every dime I'll ever make From the high cost of living and what
dental satisfaction That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin' Ugh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin' hootie hoo She know what
your life and counting Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste What the fuck is all this for? (What the hell's goin'
Six months out on the road Don't know if I'm ever goin' home Out there in the middle of America Out of my head, feelin' hysterical Wishin' I was back
dogs Ignorance is death And in this life you've been victimized Your American mind Materialized We get what we want, when we want it Consumer's head
piece But I'm bent in the sand that is hot as the city streets Sky lights up like fireworks blind me Bullets whistlin' over my head remind me President
steel can not hold what feel Living in this country well I've got pray Because they crucify a Christ every single day Sabo let the heads roll Death row what
I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship rings Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been 'Ladeem' Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American
crucifix I ain't new improved man I'm true to this Ain't nothin you can do to this Chicken head, mislead, caught a shot to the head Instead we get high
American Express, Discover Card Platinum Visa, Master Card 'Cause when we was spooked as shit then we was targets Now we just walk right up and say, "Charge
latest, greatest He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is He said he fuckin'' wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is What
all the promises you can never honour I just don't care enough to react to vain attempts sent only to pepetuate on selfish little world you wont see what
Come on cowards Come on you whores I've got no choice but this if I can't get rid of it You'll never be any match For what I can do to myself I'