All of you have now, started playing with my head
Wherever I go, ya motherf*****s shouthin’ at my back
It’s always the same…
B.G., ya motherf***er soon goin to be dead
As I turn around, I see a f***in’ kid,
Even 5 years old – kid,
Who should be suckin’ his mommy’s tits
Thinks that I’ma piece of – motherf***in’ sh**
But why’s the motherf***er saying that?
Hustle in my blood keeps me pushin’
Maybe that’s the reason why I’m spittin’ bad
But guess what [guess what? ] I’ma change myself [myself]
Still motherf***in’ gonna live like a *Big-Gun* [big-gun]
Till the bloody end, just like my oldman
Yo, I’m talkin’ about my dad
I know y’all feelin’ me, but some of you out there–
After listening to this sh**
Would be thinkin’ that I’m mad, never think like that
Cause’ I ain’t gonna pull out my gat
I told y’all I’ma change myself–
So let me work up on that, Motherf***ers