still push me Figured they'd get away with it 'cause Tone and Poke pussy I been gone through static, shot at with automatics, since '90 When Nas came out with Illmatic if Suge was home
up to the microphone Snappin suckers like a chicken bone Long Beach be my home and the chrome that I pack I used to chill on the West Side at The Dove
don't hit the arcade I walk from school to my mom's apartment I gotta tell the suckers everyday, "Don't start it" 'Cause where I'm at if your soft your lost
to pull fire on your opposition Revelation was the vision of this Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit My story goes back to them lost
tha chick magnet slip in through tha back door) [Chamillionaire] draws come down when king Koopa tha boss come round call lost and found cause when your girl was lost
clientele and clout Without a motherfuckin' doubt, take a nigga out For trying to go between my motherfuckin' paper route Wet his ass up, that nigga see and go Fully automatic
, just keep the casket closed No remorse when a life is lost I paid my dues- paid the cost And my pockets are still fat Wherever I'm at, I get the welcome
See, I chose this way of life, I never really tripped What was wrong and what was right, I had a family at home I can't get paid at Mickey D's so I gots
nigga Hackensack Where's that somewhere where the crackers at Real far from where the roaches and rats is at Come to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's at
I was drafted Aftermath matic unlkeashed the fucking bastard Dont respect none of you niggas get in the castket Talking ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic
the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
comin hard, I told ya, and spittin shit so potent And toastin to heavy burdens, nigga I'm on my own Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at home
At the end of the day I don?t hit the arcade I to school from my mom's apartment I got to tell these niggas everyday don?t shit 'Cause where I?m at
become the killin' machine Run him over ruff shod 'til he bleeds army green out, so devout To the saint that lost his seat he never seen Semi-automatic
border Lookin across, the window, not a nympho Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the lead fly My man just took a picture, so I just snapped it Lookin at
Uhn... [Chorus:] Without you, There's no me, Without roots, There's no tree, There would be no history, Without You, Who taught me how to scratch a dog, shoot at home