into what it ought to be I be the emcee in the place not to be But under constant revision is the poem that I be Shorty feels oppression on his shoulders
It's unbelievable I'm shocked this can't be true Im cryin vengeance for revenge look what I do Called up my Mossie told my niggaz to be on alert Heard
than niggaz Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggaz All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggaz Have your whole family cryin a
wife No knife come between us, married to my Syndicate Niggaz see this, playa hate and try to be this It's hard to be this and you don't want to get dissed