(B-Real on the track, gets no better than that)
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
Hmm

I know all these niggas be hatin' on me
They wanna see a nigga fall, they just waitin' on it
Fuck it, let's bang it out until we all dead
I heard another nigga died, I'm like, "Oh, yeah"

Huh
On my hip, I got a heater like a beeper back in '94
Rappers act like divas over features, that's your partner though
I said what I said, don't let that boy buck you up to post
I don't believe in Casper, but I made some niggas turn to ghosts (yeah)
These niggas ain't rockin' how I'm rockin'
These niggas ain't droppin' what I'm droppin'
That's why they always tryna stop me, yeah
These niggas be hatin' on the under
Same nigga who got my number tryna stop a nigga bread

Ol' pussy-ass nigga, why you hatin' on the next man?
Tryna stop another nigga dollar, shit I can't stand
I see niggas jumpin' dick to dick, y'all look like big fans
I stand on that business, by myself, I'm like a kickstand (huh)
I stand on that business like I'm workin' with a suit and tie
Know I'm from that boot, don't look too wrong, we play it eye for eye
Could've worked for Delta, first class fight, I put shit in the sky
Tell 'em for Lil' Yoshi, this that shit that make them youngins slide

I got it on my waist before I walk up out the door
Because I know these niggas hatin' on me (hatin' on me)
Before I let a nigga put my feet up in the air, I'ma let this motherfucker go
I got it on my waist before I walk up out the door
Because I know these niggas hatin' on me (hatin' on me)
Before I let a nigga put my feet up in the air, I'ma let this motherfucker go (yeah)

Huh
Rappers actin' funny with their verses like I need their features
I know y'all don't like me and that's cool 'cause I don't like you neither
Street nigga, certified, billboard and I'm platinum
Bitch, stop all that lyin', you weren't gangsta 'fore you started rappin'
Woke 'em up, they started nappin'
Keep in hand, I wanna dap him
Niggas be talkin' sideways to the cameras but ain't gettin' at me
I really active, I got love for a gangsta
RIP to Juke, one of the first to show some love to a gangsta, okay
I got murder on my mind, and all the killers know me
I done seen death a hundred times, a bitch could never run me
I gotta peep out of my blinds, they say they got it on me
They say they got it on me, mm

So I got it on my waist before I walk up out the door
Because I know these niggas hatin' on me (hatin' on me)
Before I let a nigga put my feet up in the air, I'ma let this motherfucker go
I got it on my waist before I walk up out the door
Because I know these niggas hatin' on me (hatin' on me)
Before I let a nigga put my feet up in the air, I'ma let this motherfucker go