(singing Like Joe "I Don't Wanna Be A Player")



He Don't Wanna Be A Muslim No More



He Used To Be Black And Proud



Now He Wanna Be Hardcore Ooh Ohh (repeat)




When I Met This Cat He Was Eatin' Veggie Burgers



Now You See Him Yo He Think He About Murders



I Used To Write His Rhymes And Let Him Shine



Knowin' That He Old School And Out Of Time



Bitch Made Cat And Yo He Shot A Kid



On Top Of That Yo He Got His Man Doin' A Bid



Ex-crackhead And Lived In A Crackhead Crib



Never Sold Records Now He Tryin' To Live



But He Was My Man, I Was The Key He Was A Quarter Gram



You Like 37, Lets Give It Up Man



You In This War You Shoulda Let Me Know



If It's War When I See You Gonna Let You Go



But You's A Homo Thug, Faggot Though



I Hate You And The Rest Of Y'all Faggots Though



So Let Me Boost You And Eat Y'all Niggas What You're Used To



You Just Mad Cuz You Wasn't In The Juice Crew



You A Muslim Now Or Just Used To?



Five Percent Today Or Just Used To?



Aiyyo A Thug This Week I Guess You's Too



Mad Cuz I Cut You Off Cuz You Was Soft



I Got Jumped You Had The Gat And You Didn't Let Off



Ice Broke It Up Than I Turned Around And Split Off



Yeah My Nigga Shot The Nigga In The North Face Cloth



So What The Fuck, Watch My Wyle Like What



You Can't Rock Shit



Thugged Out Entertainment We Fuck You Up



All My N U Straight Scuff You Up



And All My Niggas Freak Bitches Like Me And Kurupt



Aye Yo You Bitin' My Style Fearin' My Words



You Ain't Pro-black Because You Like Po' White Birds



Eatin' Ham With Your Man While You In The Suburbs



You Like Old School And Washed Up



I Told You Rhyme Like A Dog And Put Your Heart Up



Tell The Trut