[Chorus]   I had some problems   And no one could seem to solve them   But you found the answer   Told me to take this chance      [AZ - speaking over Chorus]   Yeah, now dig   You got, rich niggaz right   They do what they wanna do   Heh, and you got   Broke niggaz, you heard?   They do what they gotta do   Now ask yourself, which one are you?   Ha, fall back      [Verse 1 - AZ]   Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty   Shit is scabby, the hustlin is so in me   Never show envy, got a style I maxed   I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that   Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face   I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist   From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats   Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef   Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty   Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin past me   Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart   Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it fart   Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow   Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below   Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep   I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat      [Chorus]      [AZ - speaking over Chorus]   You know!   Not a soul baby!   It's all for y'all now      [Verse 2 - AZ]   But it seems, y'all would rather   See me hit than, see my rich   Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch   Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like   I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick   I did dirt through my days but hid my work   Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt   Sweep the next, been knowin since my feet got wet   From the best turned vet learned to speak direct   My game's jumpin, we all had our days of barkin   You could tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin   Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted   Paranoid to the point it's like we, over-do it   Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya   Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser   Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri   Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be      [Chorus]      [AZ - speaking over Chorus]   You know!   Not a soul baby!   It's all for y'all now   I got it locked, feel me!      [Verse 3 - AZ]   Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain   It's only real, certain niggaz mention my name   Some relate, others stay numb in the face   Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race   Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim   Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin   So what's the issue? All dick sucks is still official   Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm still wit you   Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin   Late night, right brake lights black Excursion   Tree smokin, hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin   Too many niggaz got deep emotions   The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems?   Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom   To a false, feel a fake love or hate   Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate      [Chorus]      [AZ - speaking over Chorus]   You know!   Not a soul baby!   It's all for y'all now   What y'all want from me?      [Chorus]      [AZ - speaking over Chorus]   Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, stop fuckin wit me   I'm tryin to live man, nah mean?   I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down   I'm tryin to climb up man   Get off my back baby   It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game      AZ the Visualiza return, once again   Love life, hate, what the fuck... {*music fades*}