[Intro]
You have lost the battle, baby
[Verse]
Your story will end before it begins
I throw your demo CD on the floor of my Benz
I got four girlfriends, one ex and two main chicks
Trip 'cause they all fell in love with the same dick
The same Nick who used to drop bars at lunchtime
Laughed his dumb ass to the bank with all these punchlines
A front line, pressing out these ho niggas
Throwing up they gang signs and I'm like, "So, nigga?"
A killer who ain't never had a fight in his whole life
You niggas ain't getting at me on no night
Look at me, man, I swear I'm back on it
If she bad but her titties sag, put some racks on it
Gotta give a game a lift with some gangster shit
Only backpack nigga used to hang with Crips
Few of us made it out, making major chips
Now the only time I see 'em is on the Vegas Strip
Did what we did, got out the hood because we had to
The homie in the three piece suit, he might stab you
I'm tattooed, so the hood forever with me
Niggas talking all that shit, but they never come to get me
Hablando, hablando, they talk, they talk
But when they come to my city, they can't walk where I walk
I'm at King Taco with a fly Ecuadorian
Exquisitely exotic, man, I'm so California, damn
And I miss Sean Price
Body the beat out in Brooklyn, put that bitch on ice
Been nasty with these nouns since Nick at Nite
The homie Pat played the track, now it's Nick on 9th
Government names, we in love with the game
Y'all niggas can't progress 'cause you fucking with lames
Homie this Mid City only thing that I bang
From the Legends out to Strange, that ain't never gon' change
I'm dolo, mobbing to the store off in Meadowbrook
Tattoos showing and a nigga better never look
You pay them goons so that you can act hard
I don't need security guards, I got God
No weapon formed against me, I shall fear no man
If it ain't the Wu-Tang, I shall fear no clan
I rip the white sheet of a redneck Republican
It's Zulu shit, y'all don't wanna fuck with us again
Just play the beat, let the motherfucking record spin
It's Murs and 9th Wonder and we back to fuck it up again
So play the beat, let the motherfucking record spin
It's Murs and 9th Wonder and we back to fuck it up again
You have lost the battle, baby
[Verse]
Your story will end before it begins
I throw your demo CD on the floor of my Benz
I got four girlfriends, one ex and two main chicks
Trip 'cause they all fell in love with the same dick
The same Nick who used to drop bars at lunchtime
Laughed his dumb ass to the bank with all these punchlines
A front line, pressing out these ho niggas
Throwing up they gang signs and I'm like, "So, nigga?"
A killer who ain't never had a fight in his whole life
You niggas ain't getting at me on no night
Look at me, man, I swear I'm back on it
If she bad but her titties sag, put some racks on it
Gotta give a game a lift with some gangster shit
Only backpack nigga used to hang with Crips
Few of us made it out, making major chips
Now the only time I see 'em is on the Vegas Strip
Did what we did, got out the hood because we had to
The homie in the three piece suit, he might stab you
I'm tattooed, so the hood forever with me
Niggas talking all that shit, but they never come to get me
Hablando, hablando, they talk, they talk
But when they come to my city, they can't walk where I walk
I'm at King Taco with a fly Ecuadorian
Exquisitely exotic, man, I'm so California, damn
And I miss Sean Price
Body the beat out in Brooklyn, put that bitch on ice
Been nasty with these nouns since Nick at Nite
The homie Pat played the track, now it's Nick on 9th
Government names, we in love with the game
Y'all niggas can't progress 'cause you fucking with lames
Homie this Mid City only thing that I bang
From the Legends out to Strange, that ain't never gon' change
I'm dolo, mobbing to the store off in Meadowbrook
Tattoos showing and a nigga better never look
You pay them goons so that you can act hard
I don't need security guards, I got God
No weapon formed against me, I shall fear no man
If it ain't the Wu-Tang, I shall fear no clan
I rip the white sheet of a redneck Republican
It's Zulu shit, y'all don't wanna fuck with us again
Just play the beat, let the motherfucking record spin
It's Murs and 9th Wonder and we back to fuck it up again
So play the beat, let the motherfucking record spin
It's Murs and 9th Wonder and we back to fuck it up again
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