I thank a dead homey
Incarcerated penpal, I got the feds on me
A constipated mental’
Always rains in the ghetto, it’s pain in the ghetto
Caskets. Do u believe in angels or devils?
Welfare? it’s dark and there’s no help here
Killer cops shooting black kids to instill fear
But we still here, not afraid cracks is made, stacks get made
A “G” will get you gats sprayed
At my man’s funeral and it’s like nobody cares
But when police get shot the mayor and everybody there
Graffiti on the lobby stairs, kids with knotty hair is greedy
Soldiers faces painted on the walls
I was born to ball
Rings you can’t afford, name a clothes line I done worn it all
It dictates the naked soul of Nas, henny four fives
Hoes with thick thighs be the wives of rich guys

Оставь ему на память грустные ночи
Скоро всё пройдёт, вода все камни заточит
Оставь ему на память только молчание
Последний белый танец подари на прощание

Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth my while
Xzibit stay versatile, with million dollar lifestyle
And I could feel it as a child growing up
The niggas that was real
And the niggas that was scared as fuck
That’s why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain’t really real, I can tell when I look at you
Ease off the trigger-talk, you ain’t killin’ it
It’s not affecting me or the niggas that I’m chillin’ with
I don’t believe the hype or buy a woof ticket
You make a gang of noise and never seen, like a cricket
I guess that’s why we never kick it
A lot of niggas is soft and get tossed tryna fuck with the Likwit
How many rappers do you know like this?
Always claimin’ that they ridin’ but they really turned bitch
It don’t make sense, either you’re a soldier from the start
Or an actor with a record deal tryna play the part—like that!