Текст песни
How should I start, I'm so confused
By now I'm sure y'all done heard the news
Cats I got workin' on the block
Got a plot for me to stop
In my heart I can't even say they wrong
'Cause in the game all the players sing the same song
I done seen cats do backflips when the bullets hit
Had to go and bring Jesus in they life
Counterfeit to the pulpit, but anyway
I'm so loved and hated 'round the community
My mother wonder what money, drugs could do to me
I swear to God I seen the devil in my bag of weed
Where you live I might freeze
Gotta get this cheese
Cats is makin' side deals with these other dealers
And slappin' five with a player man like I'm they nigga
I paged Nickatina, he didn't call me back
He must be on tour but I'm not sure
But once again it's July the 4th
And once again God I'm goin' to war for sure
There's gonna be fighting
And somebody's gonna get hurt, that's for sure
And everything we worked for will be wiped out
And I don't think we can let that happen
To me that makes sense
Man I taught these cats how to move this coke
Taught these cats about the weed they smoke
Took they mind from bein' broke
Now they wanna have me smoked
My woman said to me, "Her or my friends?"
I said my friends 'cause we 'bout our ends
She said, "Nigga please, them muthafuckas is your enemies"
Baby I love you but I gots to leave
Because you don't sleep
Some nights man you don't even eat
Smokin' weed, nigga runnin' the streets
But check it, I don't complain
I hate the fact her face is stuck in my brain
It's like razors just to hear her name
Put that on double Glocks
The beef is burnin' every tick of the clock
Even the rain won't stop the plot
Got a page from Nickatina
But right when I was 'bout to call him back
My windshield had suddenly cracked from the impact