[automatic gunfire]
[T. Waters:]
Yo, this ain't a motherfuckin game nigga
(Real shit) real shit (ride out) ride out
(Ride out) RIDE OUT (ride out) RIDE OUT!
E'rybody a killer until a killer approaches
And then, all that hocus, pocus boastin
You no wins, callin the field up and the drama done build up
And this poverty's the cards that they dealed us
Niggaz that will bust behind bars don't act tough
Without no dust, niggaz don't go nuts!
I'm good, chain dangle in every hood
Leather and wood, I ain't on no celebrity bull
Could never be full, until my niece is obese
Won't sleep 'til e'ry one of my folks eat
