As i creep thru the streets motha fuck the police
Quick to release the anger a bounty on me
A reward to the motha fucka who kills me
He fulfills dreams but wants to be the person i still be
We'll see what happens, fuck the actin of these has beens
See me start laughin then act like me so who's addaptin?
They hear me rappin then diss me but i attack quick
I'm stacked with haters but they gonna get their ass kicked
My passion and satisfaction for beef
Affirmative actions an attraction to these
Fonie motha fuckas who curse to me
They act like they don't know me but they heard of me
Say vulgar words to me let them be the first to see
A side of me that hurts indeed now these bastards servin me
Cobra's and soldjas, sargant T. Obra and LC is who i be
Everywhere i see a soldja like me


As I creep through the streets
Beef aint even lookin’ as hard as the friends that once called to me
No bounty, they wanan take me for free
Its like who can knock him must be, undercover enemies
Brethren full of jealousy stronger then black’en stellar in envy
All I got is my feelings hidin’in a canopy
My own tent within my own mind 2 vent freely
My first big ceremony will only be, when I’m 6 feet deep
They claim they connected but I gave them all those connections
And ability to speak clearly
without witnessing surreal cruelty
I’m on my knees, preying to the ministry that handles my final ventures B
The ones who wanan kill these, the same ones who wanted to be ‘I”
since adolescence, 2 all my real people I know u feel me


no diss nuffin like that just flowin wit u man! peace,