You say that I'm toughest, you say that I'm the oneNo matter the category, can't compare me to noneThe boy say he hooder than me, no he lyingHe wanna be hooder than me, then nigga keep tryingYou know where I'm from and I don't carry a ragAnd all the shit that I've done and I dont care to bragAnd when it come to beef I take it by the slabMake the pussy retreat and all I throw is a jabI represent the streets, my little homies in the ave'Come around stunting, and they'll take what you havePut it in the bag, jury in the caskOnce you lose your respect, there goes your ghetto passBe a dead man walking, all you gotta do is try em'Turn a nigga into shark meat, I bet they'll never find em'Call me the boogeyman, I'm always behind em'Forty or the four-five or tek-nine em'I can here you screaming murder(murder murder)187 and it's murder (murder)(C-BO and WC we know)Then they give a nigga life cause it's murder (murder)I can here you screaming murder(murder murder)1-8-7 and it's murder (murder)(all I hear, all I am, all I know)Then they give a nigga life cause it's murder (murder)I can here you screaming murderNiggas be yelling they all inBlue when the police come around, you niggas be talkin'Thats why I stroll slow soloPolice reports is a no-no, I talk with the fo-foDubcudda, lie you in your casketSock the lenses out your designer glassesThe west of the imperial, gun with no serialO-G, but keep it H-double-O-D, to the O-DNiggas can't fuck with me, but fuck with meAnd I literally bury you bastardsLeave you chest down, with your head backwardsI stay strapped, so get it understoodBefore this rap shit, I was fucking with the hoodThem other niggas rappers, dub is the serverThe opposite of death, loc I live for the murderYou know the G-code, 1-8-7 is the penalDub and C-BOYa, I'm rolling through the hood with the strap on meWhen I see this nigga Im'ma kidnap homieDuct tape clap, it's a grand rap homieThen toss him off in the river, just like that homieBorn killas, nine milli's that handle minePlay with me, you play with your life and I dont gamble mineI'm from a set, where we wet em' just for their shoe stringsYou might think it's fucked up, but this is how do thingsSouth side Sacramento dont stop in itThe maniac deuce nine, the block get itWhen it come to the lick, we like to forty thingsAnd i've been ali baba ever since the hood caughted meBandannas and big cannons we fucking g'sAk's and banana clips for the enemiesSo go hard or nigga just go the fuck homeIf you ain't putting bodies in the bag, then get the fuck home
