Ohhhh! Whoo! So what I grew up with them niggas I ain't stuck with them niggas We from the same hood But I don't fuck with them niggas If shit pop off I touch one of them niggas Cut one of them niggas Poke one of them niggas Beg for mercy number four I'm so hood First LP 10 million sold I'm so good I thought niggas would love to see me shine But it's makin them sick To see me gettin' mines Got that Benz, got that Bentley and the new Bugatti Got the Range after partin' wit the new Ferrari If it's makin' you sick To see me blow I'm sorry Dude we used to be cool But I ain't stuck with you nigga I grew up with you nigga But I don't fuck with you nigga Got shot in the back Then turned around and got shot in the eye Labels Tupac lay down and die There's a message in my music can you hear it God? The man's never gonna blow Another reason why This disease infested When I spit it any nigga can get it Punks frontin' in they rhymes That ass'll be flatlined Can't we all just get along we used to be friends? Nah, fuck that man We used to pretend These niggas is comedians I thought I was tight funny Five called tellin' niggas mugged me Bet on my new surreal shit Would you bail a nigga out son If you niggas knew he was tryin to kill you And wouldn't let you hold a gun? Think about it Haha ha! Aw man I'm havin' too much fun with this rap shit man I love this shit man (bulletproof)