I got a head, but no screws in it I got a head, but ain't no in it I got a head, but ain't no in it
up and get swoll up, hold up How ya gonna play me a sunkin' dunkin' donut? I came a long way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck or get your mothafuckin' chimp
Once again, your friend outta Oakland. Hoping I rock the shit to get ya Say your for some real shit Then a funkdified batch like that
on the map 2Pac is on the big screen love a nigga for survivin' I wear alot of old jewels, look how the fools through, ooh
Stop at me hard 'cuz your buffer But just buck then bigger motha fuckas Turnin men to suckas, niggas wanna a little ruckus Better duck 'cuz I'll be them motha fuckas
wanna throw their hands up, that's tight Hit 'em wit' my eight, never had shit left, Then hit 'em wit' the uppercut, duck Shit outta luck, fucked and stuck that rough shit
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the Do you hear me though? a holla to my niggas in the pen And my murderous wit' their Mac 10's I the real 'cuz I'm ill, G Glock and then they kill me I'm
I got a head, but no screws in it I got a head, but no screws in it
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the one Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure late son Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Latifah Too Short, Tony Toni Tone
And the motha fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest And Jungle Brothas Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice House of Pain, blunted ass white dudes Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas, Digital Underground, my real
Raw Fusion, all in confusion Wickeder than men, Spice 1 and Pooh Man TLC, Eric B rockin', then Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin' the bass
Heads, Poonannynans, the Click [Incomprehensible], Richie Young Guns in the house the flava [Incomprehensible]DJ Ditch for their
Off the head, my flow Just a couple of motha that I know I'm strictly [Incomprehensible]I'm representin'--2:30 1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 fuckas Damn, who did I
But ain't no in it
I'm a soulja, daddy was a in the struggle, must contend so it's on Raised in a full of bad motha fuckas, mad motha fuckas Never had so we grab from the stacked fuckas
Now they me, the homies Raised by some crazed ass payed OG's, ah shit Pulled up in a benzy, snatch, the wheel as I peel out, a cop's tail Rock shells hit, raise a fist so know to make a hit
Can I flip it? I may get as I rip it To get specific, If the shoe fits, kick it It's for the gifted, pump fist if you wit' it Here's ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit
Now they maime me All I to be was a soulja Bang bang boogy it's up Quit now nigga, eat a up I'm