We here son I'm tellin you thugs and fake ones Don't blaze one Just eat the bread that I break son
Trying to stop me Leavin stuck on phase one We here son Ain't goin nowhere until we done
Take a track from Jay-Z And flip back like crazy Claimin you God But look more like Patrick Swayze
Believe it you gonna lie Believe it you gonna ride By the words that we speak You gonna live or die
Like it's time for the real ones to step it up Like it's time for the killaz son to shut it up
It's been along time No longer the wait Don't won't no food for the thought Get away from the plate
Blasphemy dog You a no name god Heaven is gonna frown On your whole lame squad
Roc-a-fella crew frontin like you hard Can't even step up on the streets without your bodyguard
So listen up Hova The wait is over You losin all your luck Like a 3 leaf clover
(D.C.P.) Bandanna head rockers Hell's most wanted Biblical heat busters Raw beef you don't want it It's bad for your blood C-walk all over your whole crew Christ walk with cats like us come thru You got a prob Take it up with Elohiem Think you stoppin us Then playa wak up out your dream We got bodyguards bigger than your whole team Snatchin souls out of ya'll My click be unseen Better turn your life around like a U'ie Cuz you headin straight to the fire Like a fat dubie Getting chocked up in the back of the club Marijuana, liquor souls snatchin you thugs Not even knowin what the bartender be pourin Drunker I ain't goin Hittin the gates I'm talkin about the pearly ones Not runnin from feds Hittin gates We heaven bound Gold streets Dubs clean No bullet proofs Lacs Devil's bustin at me Dirty south scene I seen it all Baller blow up Baller must fall
Chorus Wanna live your life So Go ahead and get high No Before you lose your life Boy The weight is over The world waiting on us Got the whole world son waiting on us So when we step up on this game Don't be hatin on us I see you all grilled up like you ready to bust We tired of this crap They waitin on us
Verse 2 W I S E seekin for souls I come to snatch em up out the fire Son hit em and roll I know that you thug livin The way that you drug dealin you say that you God fearin I know that you love women Comin thru the hood like you rougher than rough But in the presence of my God You just a speckle of dust And it's time to bow down Confess it to God Cuz you always grillin up Frontin thinkin you hard Bullets ricashay on you hundred grand dream car Ego trippin like the whole world know who you are You ain't ready for it But don't mean that you won't get it Like you talk about God Don't mean that you gonna live it Everybody wanna thug nobody walkin in love Homie Christ shed His blood While you lettin off slugs Eminem I know you claim to be thug You wanna talk about Britney Spears But won't talk about Suge Cuz if you do son Be on the next hit list And when he come up out the joint Get your whole wig split Wanna keep it gangsta Then baby boy keep it real Knowin you sayin anything So the people will think you real Know that you Slim Shady Time to switch it up It's time for the real one to please stand up
