So lovers of life, don’t keep your hopes up high.
Why? Cause it’s just a matter of time before it’s your turn to die.
But until then, when you stop breathin’,
It’s time to stand up and fight for what you believe in!
There’s so many wack rappers out here, I don’t know where to aim at.
I don’t feel pain cause it’s all in the mind,
And what’s mines is mines and yours is mine!
I hate your fuckin’ guts, and I hope that you die.
Sticky Fingaz’s tha name, and my life is a lie,
Cause I’m havin a bad day, so stay out of my way,
And what the pistol packin’ people say, you better obey!
Stop tryin to be loud as me, cause you can’t do that,
Think about it…playing Russian roulette with an automatic!
They’d rather hate you for the truth than love you for the lies.
Hip-hop started on the block;
I fell asleep at the wheel, the shit crashed into Pop.
Unpredictable, liable to flip my lid…
My moms dropped me on my head when I was a kid.
Back then I lost all my marbles, today I lost my job,
So in essence, it’s Armageddon, somebody’s bound to get robbed!
Two wrongs don’t make it right, but it damn sure makes us even.