[Chorus: sample]   Some people get caught up   Some try and get rolled up   Some people... [x9]      [Ol' Dirty Bastard]   Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass..   The things that you learnt in class is trash   You can't do nothin' wit' it, I put you in the past   You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up   I do it 'til you bad luck and head gets plucked   The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash   Stay out of my business 'cause I'm takin' your tash   This struggle on the ming, non of y'all bring   I got y'all in.. flavouring      [Chorus x2]      [Mack 10]   I seem to fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass cop   I'm a burst that, it's dealin', the hustle don't stop   I got stones and hairone, ecstasy and weed   Meth, imphetamine, sherm, sticks and speed   Pay it high wid, dope is all I got to give   I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live   Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I got drama   Got two strike dog and five baby mamas   With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and willin'   to keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood spillin'   I hate it but it ain't complicated, it's real simple   Fuck with me and know you get a hole in your temple   I ain't gonna play you niggas, I'ma slay you niggas   Don't take but a few figures and a few new triggers   Mack 10 livin' legend, every West coast rhymin'   Straight hoo bangin' gangsta and all rhymin' sodom, it's bad      [Chorus x2]      [Royal Flush]   Shut up, let me talk for a minute, alot of bull shit on my mind   Dealin' with crime, alot of y'all dealin' wid rhymes   Stuck on the grind, crackheads cookin' my pies   Startin' off on the 1-2-5, the block's mine   Bucket the spine, DH tryna tap my line   Stop my producitons, wanna know my money discussions   Who I roll wid, "buy so many cars is he legitin' of my dick"   It didn't matter when I ain't have shit   They done watch me in helicopters, parklin' in my crib   All I wanna feed is my kids, no time to do a bid   Feel me, I forced the whole guns a while for my ones   Didn't sell drugs, where the money come from?   No school, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that   Do what I do to make my shit true   And I make it hard on them boys who blew they cats charges   If I go to jail you know I'm blowin' on the Sergeants      [Chorus x5]