I got a head, but ain't no screws in it   I got a head, but ain't no screws in it   I got a head, but ain't no screws in it      Roll up and get swoll up, hold up   How ya gonna play me like a sunkin' dunkin' donut?   I ain't came a long way to get checked   So give me respect when I get wreck or get your mothafuckin' chimp check      Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland.   Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open   Say your looking for some real shit   Then catch a funkdified batch like that      Oakland's on the map   2Pac is on the big screen strivin'   Gotta love a nigga for survivin'   I wear alot of old schools jewels, look how the fools through, ooh      Stop lookin' at me hard 'cuz your buffer   But I'll just buck then bigger motha fuckas   Turnin men to suckas, niggas wanna start a little ruckus   Better duck 'cuz I'll be poundin' them motha fuckas      They wanna throw their hands up, that's tight   Hit 'em wit' my eight, never had shit left, right   Then hit 'em wit' the uppercut, duck quick   Shit outta luck, fucked and stuck with that rough shit      Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio   Do you hear me though? Give a holla to my niggas in the pen   And my murderous parteners wit' their Mac 10's   I represent the real 'cuz I'm ill, G   Glock cocked and then they kill me   I'm representin'      I got a head, but ain't no screws in it   I got a head, but ain't no screws in it      Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one   Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son   Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah   Too Short, Tony Toni Tone [Incomprehensible]      And the Special motha fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest   And Jungle Brothas Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube   House of Pain, funky blunted ass white dudes   Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas, Digital Underground, my real niggas      Raw Fusion, all in house confusion   Wickeder than most men, Spice 1 and Pooh Man   TLC, Eric B rockin', then Scarface   Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin' the scars bass      Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click   [Incomprehensible], Richie Rich   Young Guns in the house pumpin' the flava   [Incomprehensible]DJ Ditch for their behavior      Off the head, my freestyle flow   Just a couple of motha fuckas that I know   I'm strictly representin'   [Incomprehensible]I'm strictly representin'--2:30   1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha fuckas   Damn, who did I forget?      But ain't no screws in it      I'm a soulja, daddy was a soulja   Strong in the struggle, must contend so it's on   Raised in a house full of bad motha fuckas, mad motha fuckas   Never had so we grab from the stacked motha fuckas      Now they know me, the homies   Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's, ah shit   Pulled up in a benzy, snatch, the wheel as I peel out, catch a cop's tail   Rock shells hit, raise a fist so they know to make a hit      Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it   To get specific, If the shoe fits, then kick it   It's for the gifted, pump your fist if you wit' it   Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit      Now they wanna maime me   All I wanted to be was a soulja   Bang bang boogy it's stick up   Quit now nigga, eat a dick up   I'm representin'