(feat. Bars-N-Hooks, V12)



[Intro: Bars]

Just yesterday I was born again

Everyday when I wake up, I'm born over



[Bars]

One for the money, two for the cash

Three for Riker's Island, who need weed bag stash

Seen dope fiends throw up, shitty weed bags, it's madness

Coppers perpetrayin' the fort, crackers wanna kill niggaz

Triggers get handed to niggaz, with no cases

I guess I'd have a gun, if I was safer

Never hate us, come in dreams, when I be sleepin'

Makin' me wake up, with cold sweats, it's no threat

Imaginary gunshot to the head

But I be happy, when I don't wake up dead

I'm just on point, do what y'all might do

Even though that ain't like you

You ain't no killa, nigga, my type 2

Pencil will carve a name in a check

That'll get your ass gensu, in two



[Chorus: V12]

You not no killa, and everybody knows you not

You not no killa, no, no, you ain't

Killa, you not, you know you not, you not, a killa

You not no killa, no, oh no



[V12]

Big guns try to approach, but need one

Don't force me to pump you and your soldiers, your close breath

Free throws, like bitches, keep babies, it might seem

Crazy, how I'd rap and sing, it's truly amazing

I spend nights and a days, with a bad bitch from Beijing

And them cops keep hating, I'm answer my floor

But at the same time, get off these hammers, increasin' my throat

Call me V-Twizzy, more tenor, bitch, cuz you the dumb one

Look, Tony, not to get hit from the blind side

Bitches, cling rider, whoever, dun, it's y'all time

And everybody knows your not



[Hooks]

I'm that good guy, hood fly, dubbies on an S

Six double no, bling, hangin' off my neck

Bang tattered on my waist, I ain't go no problems

But that ratchet can't be safe

Just in case, I gotta put a bastard in his place

Cuz I ain't been dead nothing

I showed a love I have, and did my life thuggin'

Youngin' from the 41st side of the hood

Mix a twenty sacks of haze, with a sack of that wood

Cuz I get high, like I get money and hoes

I done came up, and still be runnin' the same codes

And I move crowds, air you out

Niggaz round the hood said B-N-H got the juice now

New Now N Laterz, we back, you wanksta

Q.B., 41st Side, B.A. gangstas

Got it locked, you ain't a killer, never buck a shot, nigga

Stock boy, you too cold to be a hot boy



[Chorus]



[Shyheim]

Some actin' cuckoo like he just flew over a nest

Like y'all give a fuck how much weight he bench

Shyheim, my government and my attribute

BIG left me a tech a nine, at my cribs

So give me the loot, or LBC it like Snoop

I'm out to get coof again, coof again, coupe

Turn up the thermostat, I beat a murder rap

I'm about to bring it back, in the name of crack

In the name of dope, slidin' through your hood

On a diamondback, with spokes

Big boy toys, underneath the smoke of coke

Y'all motherfuckers must think I'mma joke

I smack niggaz like you, and tell 'em, go get your guns

As far as I'm concerned, y'all can suck dick and swallow cum

I'm God son, the rose of salvation

Product of the ghetto, I'm the streets creation

I move like vampires, only at night

Hand grip like plyers, on the block with rapid fire

Goin' hay wire, I stab a nigga til my arm gets tired

About to retire.