[Chorus]

I had some problems

And no one could seem to solve them

But you found the answer

Told me to take this chance



[AZ - speaking over Chorus]

Yeah, now dig

You got, rich niggaz right

They do what they wanna do

Heh, and you got

Broke niggaz, you heard?

They do what they gotta do

Now ask yourself, which one are you?

Ha, fall back



[Verse 1 - AZ]

Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty

Shit is scabby, the hustlin is so in me

Never show envy, got a style I maxed

I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that

Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face

I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist

From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats

Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef

Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty

Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin past me

Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart

Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it fart

Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow

Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below

Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep

I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat



[Chorus]



[AZ - speaking over Chorus]

You know!

Not a soul baby!

It's all for y'all now



[Verse 2 -  AZ]

But it seems, y'all would rather

See me hit than, see my rich

Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch

Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like

I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick

I did dirt through my days but hid my work

Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt

Sweep the next, been knowin since my feet got wet

From the best turned vet learned to speak direct

My game's jumpin, we all had our days of barkin

You could tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin

Why dispute it?  Dough got us so polluted

Paranoid to the point it's like we, over-do it

Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya

Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser

Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri

Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be



[Chorus]



[AZ - speaking over Chorus]

You know!

Not a soul baby!

It's all for y'all now

I got it locked, feel me!



[Verse 3 -  AZ]

Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain

It's only real, certain niggaz mention my name

Some relate, others stay numb in the face

Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race

Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim

Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin

So what's the issue?  All dick sucks is still official

Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm still wit you

Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin

Late night, right brake lights black Excursion

Tree smokin, hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin

Too many niggaz got deep emotions

The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems?

Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom

To a false, feel a fake love or hate

Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate



[Chorus]



[AZ - speaking over Chorus]

You know!

Not a soul baby!

It's all for y'all now

What y'all want from me?



[Chorus]



[AZ - speaking over Chorus]

Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, stop fuckin wit me

I'm tryin to live man, nah mean?

I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down

I'm tryin to climb up man

Get off my back baby

It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game



AZ the Visualiza return, once again

Love life, hate, what the fuck... {*music fades*}