I Seen Many Mc's Getten Laid To Rest



Under Stress Shot Through They're Bullet Proof Vest



Now You Wanna Be Hardcore



You Were Never An Outlaw



Until You Just Came Off Tour



Yo You Talk A Good Game Brothers Around Your Way Knows Your Name



They Wanna Burn You In The Flame



The Other Day You Told Me That You Bout Some New Steel



You Was Like "Yo Ramp Yo I'm Keepin It Real"



The Only Type Of Real Puttin Down Your Steel



Pick Up Your Pen And Show Me You In It For Real



Before The Next Man Put You To The Test



He's A Killer, He's From A Town Called Brownsvilla



Him And His Whole Click Be Movin Out Of Town



When They Get Back Your Six Feet Underground



You Didn't Listen



You Didn't Play Your Position



They Shot Your Baby Bombs And She Turned Up Missing



Some Where In Whitehovas



Your Ass Is To Blame



That's What Happens When You Enter The Game




Chorus:




No Matter Who You Are, You Still Catch A Bullet Scar



If You A Rap Star You Won't Go Far



They Wanna Skin You Alive, They Know The Type Of Jeep That You Drive



You'll Be Dead By The End Of Night



No Matter Who You Are, You Still Catch A Bullet Scar



If You Rap Star You Won't Go Far




Now You On A Run You Can't See Them Son



You Livin By The Sword Plus You Packin A Gun



Now You On The S Train Talkin About You Going Home



The Brothers Is In Front Of Your Door With The Chrome



You Sneak In Through The Back Way



To That's Nervous



They Wanna Get Your Moms Before Sunday Service



They Wanna Get Your Pops Before He Goes To Work



Even Though He's A Doctor Or World Expert



Yo They Ripped Your Baby Sister And Threw Her



In The Ditch With Your Brother Mitch