Excuse me, while I sing to you   I'm bein' real and that's the thing to do   I'm just livin' and lovin'   Smokin' and fuckin'      Out here on the grind   (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)   If I can't get no love then I can touch you   (Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)      I'd rather touch you   (We ridin' on these niggas, come on)   'Stead I'd rather bust at you   (Yeah, Terror Squad)      I'd rather touch you   (It's goin' down my niggas)   (Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)   'Stead I'd rather bust at you      You motherfuckers must be crazy   I been doin' this shit since the eighties   Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby, baby-baby   It's the kid still holdin' the crown      Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound   And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt   Come to find out they ain't put in no work   And now my feelin's is hurt      'Cause they decided that they wanted to murk   But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the earth   'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider   You can see the pain in my face      Got no problem exchangin' the hate   They got me fightin' a case   And if I blow will I face a fifteen   And I'll probably do it all in the pen      But yo I'm livin' with it   Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride   A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride   Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride      A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride   You motherfuckers need to know that      I'd rather touch you   'Stead I'd rather bust at you   I'd rather touch you   'Stead I'd rather bust at you      Hey Joe, we gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga   I'm a guerrilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time   Out of line, I bust with my tech nine   Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues      Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass crews   It's the murder man mack, I stash in the 'Lac   I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks   It's the Birdman baby, come and holla at me later      Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em later   First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog   And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy   Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy      Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy   Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy   Win or lose I ride for my boy   It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click   We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga      I'd rather touch you   'Stead I'd rather bust at you   I'd rather touch you   'Stead I'd rather bust at you      Niggas tell me money talk   But bullshit is walkin' out on four feet   That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street   I'll be a nigga till it's said and done      I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die 'cause ya never run   I keep my forty cal cocked 'cause these niggas on my block bang   Right up the street from where the cops hang   And in my head I hear Pac sang      And then them rushin' memories make me cry till I can't stop man   Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die   That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyin'   My whole life's filled with danger      Never been a stranger to homicide   My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys   And niggas fightin' for position   The demon has risen from out of prison      Now I'm losin' my religion   That's how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you   'Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you   So fuck you dude      I'd rather touch you   (Terror Squad, Facemob)   'Stead I'd rather bust at you   (Cash Money Millionaires, come on)      I'd rather touch you   (My tech, my mack)   'Stead I'd rather bust at you   (Lick my uzi straight like that)      I'd rather touch you   (My tech, my mack)   'Stead I'd rather bust at you   (Lick my uzi straight like that)      Dedicated to my homeboy Pac   Love daddy, Facemob in the house   Fat Joe and it don't stop   Come on