All of you have now, started playing with my head  Wherever I go, ya motherf*****s shouthin' at my back  It's always the same...   B.G., ya motherf***er soon goin to be dead    As I turn around, I see a f***in' kid,   Even 5 years old - kid,   Who should be suckin' his mommy's tits  Thinks that I'ma piece of - motherf***in' sh**    But why's the motherf***er saying that?   Hustle in my blood keeps me pushin'  Maybe that's the reason why I'm spittin' bad    But guess what [guess what? ] I'ma change myself [myself]  Still motherf***in' gonna live like a *Big-Gun* [big-gun]  Till the bloody end, just like my oldman  Yo, I'm talkin' about my dad    I know y'all feelin' me, but some of you out there--  After listening to this sh**  Would be thinkin' that I'm mad, never think like that  Cause' I ain't gonna pull out my gat    I told y'all I'ma change myself--  So let me work up on that, Motherf***ers