[Intro]

Yo, lets get it popping up in here yo

Yeah, there it go

Yeah, thats what I was lookin' for

Ayo, check it out son

Im'ma show these cats how we do it



[Verse 1]

Before we did raps, we did kidnaps

Murders, muggings

Cousin, what you know about thugging?

When y'all niggas be out clubbing

I be deep in discussion tryin'a convince my little cousin not to blood in

keep love for the Pen, Lucky got another buck in

Damn shame his motherfuckin' baby mother cluckin'

She be out with some coward that ain't about shit

Rumors say she put out quick for not even an outfit

Nowadays everybody riding or dying

We own this game, stop tryin'a buy in

Frontin' like you pop iron, stop lyin'

I'm a nigga so ill I punch Math and then drop Science

Saigon, the man with the 2 brains and 3 hearts

Swift enough to build with retards

Rap epitome, academically street smart

That aint even the deep part

Me and my men end every fight that we start

If I aint one of the lot of you, the stacks is unstoppable

On as long as Macks poppable, Cracks is choppable

If its logical, I'll bottle you, beat the shit outta you

Go to your Wake and beat shit outta whoever says "Bye" to you

This is what I would do, and if you was me? you'd bottle you too

'Cause you'd hate a bitch nigga like you

(Word to mother nigga, if you was me?

Nigga you'd fuckin' put 1 in your brain too nigga)



[Chorus]

If you be living for death and dont be giving an eff

Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes!)

If you be puffing the cess and laying sunk in the S

Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes (yes!)

If you a gangsta, hustla, thugsta that bust slugs

Nigga that dont trust hugs, and dont fuck with the bust thugs

Hold a blunt in your right and raise your left

You blessed so you should just say yes (yes!)



[Verse 2]

Ayo they trapped me in this violent enviroment

Blocks so hot, they need to fire the cops and hire some Firemen

Thugs get forced to early retirement

If they blaze your head, you made your bed, nigga, now lie in it

Need to stop denying it, pressure? you aint applying it

1 nigga get mercked, look at you on some cryin' shit

Yeah I cry when I see my little nigga get murdered

Not 'cause he died, but 'cause the shit looked like it hurted

And I'm a nigga thats observant

I seen the bullet when it first hit, his face when it first split

And still no longer than 20 minutes later

Im on the same block, same glock, with the same pen and paper

You analyze an innovator

S to the A to the I, show niggas what men are made of

Before you see me in The Source, you'll probably see me in the paper

for poppin' a cop or dockin' shots at a women raper



[Chorus]

If you be living for death and dont be giving an eff

Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes!)

If you be puffing the cess and laying sunk in the S

Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes (yes!)

If you a gangsta, hustla, thugsta that bust slugs

Nigga that dont trust hugs, and dont fuck with the bust thugs

Hold a blunt in your right and raise your left

You blessed so you should just say yes (yes!)



[Verse 3]

Ayo, you knew I'm better than you

Front, get a few embedded in you

Just 'cause I aint have nothing better to do

See what this Beretta will do?

Turn a perfectly functioning human being to a veg-et-a-ble

We wettin' you from your head to your shoe

Yo the only attention you gon' need now is medical dude

And if the shotty pops you, fuckin' coroners will body box you

Call the guy that I bought to Karate chop you

To hell with ya crew, you be spittin' that shit thats not true

My niggas have lived and died for this shit since Junior High School

Funny how rappers talk out they ass but aint about shit

So I set 'em on fire and use gas to put it out with

They cowards, talking bout they 'bout it, but we doubt it

The rhyme wont make you a thug, nor do fatigue outfits

We box, nigga we plots tempers shorter than Ewoks

Lace the Reeboks, chase you three blocks then *Gunshot noises*

Unload 33 shots biaaaaaaatch



little faggot, stupid motherfuckers in the game

yo yo, I rep for real niggas son

you know what type of niggas I rep



[Chorus]

If you be living for death and dont be giving an eff

Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes!)

If you be puffing the cess and laying sunk in the S

Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes (yes!)

If you a gangsta, hustla, thugsta that bust slugs

Nigga that dont trust hugs, and dont fuck with the bust thugs

Hold a blunt in your right and raise your left

You blessed so you should just say yes (yes!)



[outro]

Word is bond son, I told y'all like 15 thousand years ago

that niggas was coming back for that shit

That real niggas was gonna re-emerge and take fake niggas off the map

And now that time is here baby, its 2k