[Verse 1: Too $hort] Jumped all in a nigga's face front him on the spot Don't cross the game unless ya wanna get shot But who made the rules, do you recall? Who's the judge when it comes to this street law? Is it me? You? Or is it my crew? My niggas get down, your niggas do too Motherfuckers try to tell me don't fuck my life Cause ain't nuthin' nice, ya gotta pay the price You know them dudes, walking in them same shoes It's brand new to you, but the game is used I got it from them old niggas, they so cool Now we just roll through, all the hoes know who Ballin' in town, don't front, it's too little Fake ass niggas get punked for your vittles So what's it all about? Think about it later To all you real gangsters, and all you perpetrators
[Verse 2: Yukmouth] Uh Sometimes you step in some shit you can't get out of Niggas who talk hella shit is who I'm quick to sock the shit out of Sniff powder, with all your hoes off my door Got em froze like Poconos, you're spendin all your dough On the average-ass, stanky ass, run a gank-ass Fuck everybody fast, just an Oakland-ass hoe Now I know why niggas wanna knock you out like Glass Joe All that playa hatin' shit ain't asked for You must got problems wit niggas makin they cash flow You gaffled your motherfucking youngsters So go with your old ass flow, I gots to have jaw-jacked hoe Cuz some of niggas wonder why us playas do this On the under, caught up in some shit I didn't have nuthin to do with The truth is, you know my funk is through [censored] So ride for a nigga if that nigga ain't gonna do shit You wanna be ass pimp Getting your ass whipped is like an every year event, bitch Dig it
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3: Numskull] I'm too motherfuckin much for myself So funkin' with niggas close to home is somethin' else If you ain't gonna blow a nigga head off, then that's the end it Concentrate on makin' mail and start spendin Now this is where my do it for myself begins Cause in '97 I ain't makin no new mutha fuckin friends Now I got no enemies, I hold no grudges From now on I'm overseeing my own budget (For real!) We all did our dirt nigga, but now that's all forgiven Chris, you my nigga til the ending, and I started wit Dru (me too!) I started with Yuk (Smoke-A-Lot) You're all hangin with me, so I gives a fuck Nummy-Num gone go ahead and drink his self to death Nigga you wanna chop it up wit me, go through death yourself I ain't tryin to hear nuthin', instead of throwin away skrillion, nigga I'd rather be fuckin, uh
[Outro: Too $hort] Fuck around and run up in your shit Yeah, that's the new thing going baby We runnin' up in record companies Writin' our own motherfucking checks Sign on the dotted line nigga What you really gettin'? What's really going on? Watch out Niggas in the town about to unite We going nationwide Oakland style, bitch! Oh you really thought that wasn't gonna happen? Shit Come on now
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Track 3 from the album Lunitik Muzik released on November 11, 1997.
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