(Intro)
You got something on your mind nigga?
Say dat then
(Verse:Crooked I)
Well let me say it without worrying if my label o.k.
When Weapon Waist wildin out, man give him room
Used to have skeletons in my closet, but now they sit in my living room
Octomom, I picture putting more niggas in a hole than that bitch’s womb
The street sweeper’s the wicked witch’s broom
A silver spoon, I never had it
I grew up mad at Anne Frank, cause the bitch lived in a better attic
(Say dat then)
I seen my share static, they say that it made me charismatic
Born leader who was born Libra in a foreign two seater with a porn diva
Blowin’ reefer and pouring liters of vodka
Cause the feds freezing a nigga bread
I’m drinking thinking they gon’ seize me even when I’m dead (Fuck ’em)
Killers in my backyard, in the dark with choppers while I’m sleepin’ in my bed
Dreaming about Slaughterhouse, droppin’ an album that’s a chart topper
While I got these demons schemin’ on my head
Even though I’m the realest
See, there wasn’t enough violence in Menace to Society
To show you how Cali killers be chillin’ in society
And the police, they hate me
Longbeach PD probably want to kill Eminem for signing me
Cause I was supposed to be a statistic
A ghost to me is realistic, my dead homie said ‘say dat then’
(Verse: Joell Ortiz)
Guess this where I’m supposed to vent, huh?
Under scrutiny, all my oppurtunity went, huh?
Reality is I had more personality bent, huh?
Nonsense! Honestly my conscience is dealing with a constant
Conflict with the bullshit I’ve been doing
That I feel sobad about the second after it’s accomplished
A compass, I need one of those cause I’m wandering in darkness
But I see straight, and it feels great being clean around this?
Being clean around this? (Say dat then)
Being clean around this garbage
Two stepping through this garden
Full of frozen cold snakes when you a lion, warm hearted
Bank account comma, but still get your undergarments from Target
With a penthouse apartment, kinda nigga still ready to piss in the elevator
And shake the doorman’s hand before you go jogging
(Yaowa) I’m just a hood nigga, fuck it!
But I’m a good nigga fucking after that cat on my tongue
But never the cat got my tongue, my nigga (Say dat then)
So I could knock the dome off yo neck
Get your whole right eye socket broke with a left
You could go apeshit, fake prick and take flicks
With eight cliques, you still never posing a threat
If you gon’ say something, say it then
(Interlude: 2Pac)
Hahaha my biiiig mouth
I got a big mouth, can’t help it
Talk from my heart, real
You know what I’m saying?
Whatever comes comes
(Verse: Royce da 5’9")
You got something on your mind, nigga?
I made a living off of rhyming bout just how I feel at the moment
Right at this particular moment I’m in that zone where I’m wondering how far I could really get with just my diploma
Reflecting on how rap is a blessing
Feeling that same feeling before I fucked my first bad bitch that I got right after undressing
Feeling like ‘am I about to get this?’
In yo head you hear it, that voice of confidence
That comes down on you from the heavens like ‘yeah, you bout to get it’
Just hope that you don’t stick yo dick in a dud
Cause that bitch could end up your wife, or your mistress
Or that chick the same type as your mistress
Or a chick that’s just gon’ draw your name with a stick in the mud
Rather intended or unintended
It all comes with a territory, no pun intended
I fell out with all of my friends like ‘is it me or is it them?’
Angry like
‘Shit, everybody can’t be wrong, but a lot of these niggas just can’t be right’
Therefore, I’ll say it’s their fault (Say dat then)
I fucking plan to, too many hoes out hear niggas done ran through
I’d rather roll through the valley and lay low
I done fell out of love and back in love again then out of love and back with my spouse more than Halley and J-Lo
If she left me, my inner self would shatter
I could leave her, cause I’m a selfish addict
The problem is, I just don’t wa
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