Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran And I never say never but I mean hardly ever And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever If you don't know shit then you still know better Human life is so precious it could never be measured Have you ever had a load of it, cock back the heat Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street Trigger off safety spacin' an opportunity These niggaz want to waste me it ain't nothing new to me Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus Now I'm all pumped up with a steroid trigger Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it Stupid
It was a late night sunset me and him out Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim Everybody wildin' out cause the summer's about to end He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand Of that mean green, laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit That's how we rolled on the scene Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back But they had this dark tag couldn't see through the black We roll up ask 'em where their party at They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap But I couldn't roll out cause the strip was so packed Now I'm lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit My nigga used to bang but we ain't know no thug shit I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat I put it in park jumped out to get his back But as I did that, I heard two shots I turned to my right and I see my dude drop Time stopped, couldn't believe what I seen I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace I remember his face but what I remember most Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers
[Chorus: x2] It was a year to this day that my best friend died For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried And I tried to pretend everything was fine But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine
The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers We said a few words faces covered with tears How we missed him so much and we wished he was here Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone And we said our goodbyes and they all went home I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone I broke out the Hen' poured a little out for him Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen How the homie named his newborn son after him But as the sun went down the talk came to an end So I said a quick prayer, amen And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer I asked him what he doin' he was way out of bounds That he had a freak that lived on that side of town He always kept the heat just in case it went down A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga- Hey! Is that that nigga that, hey give me the motherfucking gun Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it, splendid Now with vengeance in my grasp I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth He started to breakin' stuff I said I didn't want a dime Remember what you was doin' last year at this time He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise When I split his face with the glock right before he could reply He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace
[Chorus] And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted Now I'm haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn't done it
What up though? Murs, 9th Wonder Murray's Revenge! Y'all know what time it is Shut your fat.. nah Watch your mouth and lower your tone and keep your hand on that cell phone We back
Now my day in the sun has come, the one chosen To break up the ice that got the rap world frozen Speak that slang that'll heat up the game Now, roll down your window turn the beat up, it bang Feelin' the breeze Let the world know they still makin' real MC's So please, make a call, tell your friend, tell the hood That we back and revenge never sounded so good Questionin' 9th about choppin' vocal samples I chop you in your throat 'til you choke on the answer Nice with this mic since I was broke and handsome 'Til I get my respect I'm holdin' dope for ransom From the West coast, everything I flow's an anthem A&R's who slept are now throwin' a tantrum Hand 'em over boys, your jewels and your girls Bow down to the sound cause "Murs Rules the World" I'm better than your favorite rapper But it don't take much these days for you to master the mic Most of these rappers trapped in the hype They makin whole albums, only half of it's tight So they never really have an impact on your life That's why "3:16" was genius We all connected through this "Minstrel Show" man, I mean it Until my days end I'm gettin' paid my friend Without pimpin' my soul, the gangster limpin' was old So I "Walk Like a Man" and, talk to my fans Clocked a few grand but you gotta understand I got a little money and I, coulda bought a chain But my momma woulda killed me, simple and plain Exchange foreign currency, for legal tender Now I'm back to end the era of the great pretender So pull your pants up and, turn that noise down It's Murs and 9th Wonder on the second go 'round
[Intro] What up though It's Murs, 9th Wonder Murs 3:16, the 9th Edition Shhhhhhh, shut your fat mouth, and listen
[Verse 1] Anticipation got the deck stacked against me since the outset 9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good to them punk fans When I'm still so hood, so good it's ridiculous, still iniculous That means three times doper than your favorite mc riding round with a chauffer These niggaz need Jesus, fuck it, niggaz need Oprah All this killing and this pimping and these foul ways of living See, everyone's forgetting that the struggle's not over I got sober, then got drunk again Got my boy from Carolina, picked up the pen Threw my nuts on the finish line, I +cum+ to win While you nuttin' to lose, I'll shake you out your shoes with ease, with moves parallel to those and other three Couldn't wait for George to make the new Star Wars scene So I made my own episode 3:16 To answer all the rumors that been shooting through your group *Beat stops* Yes 9th really does make these beats on Fruity Loops *Beat resumes* But what does that matter?, this is more than music By buying this disc you have bought into a movement Not a revolutionary, nothing but the truth I carry change if you wanna change, that karma is for you to carry All I'm trying to do is lighten your load So in between I'm getting faded, some of y'all getting blowed But I couldn't fall off and lose sight of my goals So I got sober, got drunk again Murs 3:16, let the fun begin
I'm from L dot A dot Californ-I-A hot Days got shade let me take you 'round the way Lot of out-of-towners can't handle this city Where you wear the wrong color and it can get tricky But that was eighty-six and, things done changed We a lot mo' evolved with the way that we bang Not the rips and the dogs, man the smog might kill ya But you ain't gotta worry if you stayin' north of Wilshire Don't be scared of Crenshaw, the Slausson super-mall Or Earl's Hot Dogs man you gotta do it y'all, c'mon Come to the hood where we do the most good Magic Johnson be ownin everything like he should Lynnwood, Long Beach, Hawthorne, Gardener From the towers in Watts, to the hills of Alta Dena The home of the traffic and that gangbang culture And I hope the way we do the damn thing don't insult ya
[Chorus: x2] I'm from L.A. (ah) Southern California Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody And the game is fame, do everything with a bang And everybody wanna know, what set you claim
The land where the six-fo's, hop up and get low Your favorite rapper gettin' jacked for more than his sick flows Home of the pornos, we mess up award shows The weather's always warm so the women wear short clothes Our beaches ain't the cleanest but the {ahh} is the greenest And we got the blonde bombshells and sick latinas Then mix in the dark-skinned light-skinned sisters Where you never have to wear your triple goose on Christmas You can miss us with the blizzards and the winters The hurricanes unless it's in some glasses with some actresses Perfect frame, silicone or real it don't matter if she paid for it Every single trend you can probably thank L.A. for it Bandannas, face lifts, quick trips to Vegas White t-shirt, Chuck Taylor's or them K-Swiss Pop lockin', Crip walkin', chronic blunts, G-Funk A place that everybody hate, but you gotta see once
I'm only 9, on the block Bailin' to the liquor store with 2 dollars in my socks Say "cause" when I talk, pants sag when I walk Bumpin' K-DAY, just discovered hip-hop I play Pop Warner and I love Transformers But you see the big homey standin' out on the corner He got real guns, not the ones from G.I. Joe He feared and respected like everywhere we go Can't wait 'til I'm 10 and I get jumped in You should see the tattoo he gave himself with pen He did in the pen like 3 years ago And he just got home, now he bigger than befo' Liftin' weights in the yard he, way too hard Been shot 5 times, even let me touch the scars I can ride in his car when I get from the hood A fresh Iroc with a dope Kenwood Two 15's and his curl on sheen A big booty freak with some airbrushed jeans Don't dis put the hood in your childhood dreams Growin' up these days ain't as easy as it seems
[Chorus] We live life like death ain't a thing Fear and respect we collect like kings Relive stress with every breath I sing And we all chase money cause we scared to chase dreams
19, almost 20 years old Cut the baby curl, now I got an afro Cornrows, some say french braids Weed and robberies the only way I get paid Couldn't slang crack, O.G.'s do that So money hungry wouldn't front me a sack That's why the old timers keep gettin' jacked I'm full time bangin' ain't no turnin' back Dropped out of school, no G.E.D But in these streets I'm a G-O-D Enemies tell they B.G. stories 'bout me A nightmare, when I'm off that P
That's why they always run when they see me in the street Known to beat 'em down, straight take they heat What about the police, man even they scared When I see ya hit the block I put 2 in the air
Got my momma scared of me And she's the only woman the would ever dare to love me Respect from my peers, on the set 10 years Bonafide so I hide my regrets and my fears On the front porch buzzin' High that's probably why I didn't even see 'em comin' 5 rounds to the chest now I'm fightin' for my life Cause some fool from the other side, wanted stripes
And I'm the four-letter word that you don't bleep out Got a question for you rappers rollin' wit'cha heats out Is this really where you wanna be when Jesus come back? Lyin' 'bout your life, over beats comin' whack? And you say I'm backpack, cause I don't have a gat Man I just love life, and I'm dealin' with the facts I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm beautiful and black And my momma didn't raise no fool like that I understand that you broke, you tryin' to get money But you don't start gangbangin' in your mid-20's Don't know nothin 'bout the beef, or the gang that you claimin' You ain't even worth namin! But I got a right hook that'll vacate your Timberlands Take this outside, set it straight like gentlemen I do feel the music so I kinda respect it But don't confuse ill lyrics with real street credit, c'mon
What 'chu gon' do man, ha? Get knocked out I'm real official like a referee with a whistle boy Get it right man My man Murs yo shut these cats down, holla!
I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock Cause that's how it be when it's funny on the block Like it be on TV when these dummies try to rock With they secondhand flows like they runnin' on a clock In a one minute cycle, I'm done with the rifles The tecs, the 9's, the killers, the psychos Look, now can we party? And I want a Shirley Temple cause I don't drink Bacardis But in a minute I'ma probably Try to holla at a hottie with a, nice shaped body If she's into what I'm into we should worship at my temple I'ma, grind from behind as we wind to the tempo If she break it down slow, then it feel like mo' That's a Mayfield line for all of y'all who don't know All I do is have fun and bring life to the fans And I, don't need a gun cause I'm nice with my hands, c'mon
Nice with my hands dog, never seen the floor man Ask somebody, check the stats! Murs man, yo get at these fools though Let 'em know what's good baby, woo!
We shocked the world last year when, nobody heard of me My boy he got skills that's like, musical surgery Me you know the deal I'm a lyrical emergency We keepers of the real, just consider us security Of the world, 9th, somethin' like top flight As long as we in control everything's alright While the rest will steer you wrong with them songs that they thought up I wrestle with these words but I'm never gettin' caught up In the drama and the BS Jumped up out the underground, you know I gotta be fresh Rhymes runnin' through my mind all day, I press eject I gotta lay 'em down on these beats cause they need wreck Yes, I'm back for the title And I brought an iron fist, just to smack all your rivals Woulda thought I ran track, the way I ran through my rivals Man I swear I'm the truth, slap my hand on the bible Let's go
I'm a, hood legend, you should feel threatened Front I'ma show you what's good in a second The best in the business, I mean what is it? The dopest MC to walk talk it and live it A wide bright screen with a blockbuster signature Every new line I speak should be in cinemas Champion sound, I win with words Like you finally talked your girl into sleepin' with a friend of hers Oh yeah, I'm off on a good one Momma's so proud of what her boy from the hood done Got off the meat and I got my mind right, I Got out these streets I got my grind like I Got on these beats I gotta come tight it's Gotta be me, it's gotta be 9th Your boy dropped some stuff and it was probably nice But they need a little help, and a lot of advice Quit while you're ahead, you ain't seein' no bread and Don't sleep on us, you can sleep when you're dead And grateful, you didn't live life hateful Change for the better like the weather in April Food for the soul, go ahead and grab a plateful A heart full of hate, is a waste and disgraceful Uh, don't ingest, turn your stomach When a brother only wanna see another brother plummet Come with cha best and you can lose like the rest Straight shots when I shoot how we do on the West Yeah!
You know who we might be, man myth or M-C But Murs sums it up best now, wouldn't you agree? I, stuck to the plate like it's And1 and straight Sew the mic around your neck and then bounce it off your face With grace, the ace in the hole, replacin the old Cause the new generation got a taste for some soul Hold on to opinions 'til I tell you to have one That mic wasn't hot until the spot 'til I grabbed one Off the stand now it's off the hook And when the beat is this nuts, then I'm off the books Meaning, off the head, freestylin' makin' bread And I shoulda been in a movie but I made my own instead Still pioneering with this independent hustle And your mic cord is much too short for you to tussle For the man that pro like 40-Water, poured in remembrance Of every hood soldier that died in ghetto tenements Innocent 'til proven guilty Should I die don't look for the dude that killed me Look for a brighter tomorrow, and in spite of the sorrow Live every moment to the fullest so your life isn't hollow And you can holla out my name from the top of the game And since you passed homey I promise I'll do the same For if a soul is avenged through the deeds of a friend Then success has always been the best form of revenge THE END
Damn time's done changed these thugs do what they like Some of them be your friends to try and find a new wife And still hit the block and slang rocks at night But you could be dead wrong with your pockets right Contrary to what the legendary B.I.G. had to say You don't have to sell drugs or make the NBA It's easy to get a grant and get an MBA To achieve one goal there's more than one way Young people on the whole we have lost our way I don't care what it cost I'm not impressed my nigga That throwback jersey is a dress my nigga I remember diamonds used to be girl's best friend Enslaving Black children with them third world gems I don't care about your rims, kids ride Big Wheels Up until they learn balance and it's obvious you haven't With way more ego than you have true talent
<And this is for...>
Any white boy who thinks he knows my struggle Cause he listens to Pac and his adrenaline doubles Now I ain't got problems with you being yourself But when you front and use the N word, it just don't help I might not trip, and your friends'll laugh at you But I know some real niggaz that'll straight up slap you Now you could be down, but let's act grown up Cause we ain't the same color when police show up My culture's not a trend, being Black is not in But for you it's just a phase you're gonna have to transcend While even if I tried, I could never blend in To society's mainstream, American dream Yeah, it's all one love, but remember one thing This music is my life, not a cultural fling It's an expression of the soul when we dance and sing And you are blessed to have a chance to even glance the scene
<And this is for...>
Man I do the same music, they stop coming to shows It's like they scared of the white boys in the front row First I was like "so?" I'mma get my dough But the numbers kept falling as my fan base would grow And now I'm concerned so I gotta speak up First the money was the only thing shutting me up But now I don't care, don't support me, get mad Why wouldn't you abort me, my own people have I feel I should have the scans white rappers have It's sad but that's the way it is What's the reason that my album doesn't sell like his? And don't front like you don't why the hell that is It's because he's white, you can relate to his face Through the years you've been taught that Black is unsafe Plus it's only natural for your own to be embraced Conscious or subconscious you can't say that ain't the case Only reason it took so long to take place Was up until now your only choice was 3rd Bass Or others like Ice, wasn't really that tight Now you got some white dudes who can truly rock the mic You relate to their stories cause you share that past Question is, why would you listen to MURS' Black ass? I asked myself for a while but now I finally get it Good music transcends all physical limits It's more than something that you hear, it's something that you feel When the author and experience and passion is real Used to feel I should be silent, I was scared to do this song But I want everyone aware of what is going on Yes it is jazz and yes it is the blues And yes it is the exact same way they did rock But I refuse to watch the same thing happen to hip-hop I refuse to watch that bullshit...
Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran And I never say never but I mean hardly ever And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever If you don't know shit then you still know better Human life is so precious it could never be measured Have you ever had a load of it, cock back the heat Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street Trigger off safety spacin' an opportunity These niggaz want to waste me it ain't nothing new to me Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus Now I'm all pumped up with a steroid trigger Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it Stupid
It was a late night sunset me and him out Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim Everybody wildin' out cause the summer's about to end He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand Of that mean green, laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit That's how we rolled on the scene Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back But they had this dark tag couldn't see through the black We roll up ask 'em where their party at They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap But I couldn't roll out cause the strip was so packed Now I'm lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit My nigga used to bang but we ain't know no thug shit I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat I put it in park jumped out to get his back But as I did that, I heard two shots I turned to my right and I see my dude drop Time stopped, couldn't believe what I seen I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace I remember his face but what I remember most Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers
[Chorus: x2] It was a year to this day that my best friend died For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried And I tried to pretend everything was fine But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine
The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers We said a few words faces covered with tears How we missed him so much and we wished he was here Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone And we said our goodbyes and they all went home I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone I broke out the Hen' poured a little out for him Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen How the homie named his newborn son after him But as the sun went down the talk came to an end So I said a quick prayer, amen And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer I asked him what he doin' he was way out of bounds That he had a freak that lived on that side of town He always kept the heat just in case it went down A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga- Hey! Is that that nigga that, hey give me the motherfucking gun Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it, splendid Now with vengeance in my grasp I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth He started to breakin' stuff I said I didn't want a dime Remember what you was doin' last year at this time He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise When I split his face with the glock right before he could reply He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace
[Chorus] And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted Now I'm haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn't done it
(Verse 1 - MURS) First let me ask for forgiveness, since I might go to hell But I'm addicted to these girls, though where they fuck feel smell And I been around the world in and out of hotels Now I'm finally off tour I got some stories to tell It all started with Mel my first time doin' it Nervous, couldn't speak, I was scared I might ruin it Something like a pulse she knew how to take it slow Knew one false move and I could fuck around and blow So I went with the flow, it went better than I planned Finally found something better than cummin' in my hand They say you come twice the first time, now I understand I came once inside of her, then I became a man The next couple of times weren't quite that memorable Temikha, Glydia must've thought I was pitiful Bustin' after two minutes, I thought that shit was typical That was probably why they never got back at a nigga so
(Hook - MURS) Once upon a time in a land around the way There lived a couple of girls that would never give me play Used to wear tight shirts and short skirts everyday Everytime I tried to hit it they say, no way Till one fine day in this land of L.A We finally slipped up and she let me have my way She kinda turned me out, changed my life I must say Cause I haven't stopped chasin' these bars to this day
(Verse 2 - MURS) Now out the city walk come at this iddibittybitch About 4'7..hmmm..4'11 with a switch Now lets just say, ehh I think I got it backwards But big things do come good in small packages As for actrices in L.A. there's so many Let me tell you about this freak named Small Town Jenny After bad auditions, she was guaranteed to hit me To fuck her on a break when she was waitressing at Danny's Now there was Umi, female emcee We talked most of the night about the M-I-C When it was time for us to get down to B-I-Z She let me stick it straight in her asshole, lyrically I love chicks on e that you meet out at these raves They use it as an excuse for them to misbehave I met Rachel in the corner all emotional and mushy Put my dick on her tongue, glowstick in her pussy And
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(Verse 3 - MURS) Alright I had a dancer named Candy stripper chicks Said she only had to dance to get her family out the fix Fine as hell, but the bitch made me sick Cause after datin' two months she'd still make me tip I know a female mexicana by the name of Iliana She likes me dinky's and a wife beater not pyjama's Caught her with another dude poppin' up by her casa But I keep her on the team just to represent la raza Now Lesbian Liz hasn't called a lot lately She love to live the legends but she also loves the ladies I had to let her go, before she led me to crazy She was lousy in the sack, laid back and hell of lazy A couple of weeks back it was all about Meretta Straight up hood rat always beggin' me for cheddar Had to keep her hair did and her manicure was real But now I'm fuckin' the corean broad that used to do her nails And
Now there's one in hood off Picko or some shit Through the years its been the center for alotta dumb shit Lemme tell you about this one trip to the store Where the early mornin' tints sometime 'round four I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him To empty out the register (Naw that can't be Trevor) Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gang Who if his head wasn't screwed on he would lose his brain He was with two other dudes, I don't remember their names I thought great, it was time for me to shake But as I headed to the door I heard a voice say (Wait) When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it I was about to leave, that's when that nigga blew it He lifted up his mask and said (Hey Murs it's me Trevor) I said "You dumb motherfucker do you use your brain, ever?" Nevermind, I turned around gave a deuce walkin' to the car feelin like Q in Juice Remember when he wouldn't barb Liz and let him loose? Anyway here comes this nigga running, big bag of money He hoped in ride, I said "You Goddamn dummy They Got Yo Ass on Tape" (But they didn't see my face) "Well they got my car and my fuckin license plate Man get the fuck gone" (Murs why you gotta hate) "Hate nor love got shit to do with this You better run for the fives come through this bitch You know you got to strikes, you better use them new Nikes To dodge all them blue lights" He looked and said (You right) Then he bolted up the street once he left my slight I gave a sigh of relief But that was right before I peeped, this dumb motherfucker left the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat
Chorus [Sample]: Left me standin here On this lonely street to cry
[MURS] This is a Living Legends, Justice League Definitive Jux presentation Brought to you by 9th Wonder aaand MURS
[Verse 1] What up though, still givin' a fuck so Open up your changer and get ready to dump those Disc of the dudes that be soundin' the same They get up on TV, steady clownin' for fame Disrespectin' ancestors that was bound in them chains But I'm around in the game So thangs is bound to change I'm tryin to walk that thin line Between intelligence and ignorance Have a little fun while makin' music of significance A nemesis to niggas just bumpin' they gums I give a fuck where you from It's where your heart at bitch You gon' bite, little doggy, or just bark that shit? A slave to the rhythm, 9th spark that whip Cause my heart can't quit, I got something to say Cause these niggas wanna act N.W.A. Niggas With Artillery and nothin' to spray Just some non-right assholes with nothin' to say
[Chorus & 9th Wonder speaking] That's right motherfuckas Old salty ass, sideways ass motherfuckas Y'all fucked up now, huh? MURS, get em
[Verse 2] I'm from where we leaving running and we hop outta cars Jump out and beat you down in some new All-stars No stars and stripes, just bars and pipes And niggas just start shootin', they too hard to fight I'm scarred for life, and charge this mic with bars of fright Dare any one of you frauds to bite I'm raw as life With loss of wife and cause of strife Spittin' sharp wit like I floss with knives Not contrived or conceited, on your radio repeated I'm elitist and I leave this Red Hot like Kiedis I'm a Californicator and a street narrator Steady runnin' rappers down until they meet their maker Concrete caretaker to these weak imitators, they a Screech to my Slater, piece of beef to a gator or the Heat versus Lakers, I'ma speak to ya later And let 9th take me out With techniques and a fader
[Chorus & 9th Wonder speaking] What's wrong wit y'all man? The fuck is y'all thinkin' bout? Damn, them motherfuckas is lame man, get ya shit right man
[Verse 3] I'm from the home of Double K, nothin' but trouble gang KWS's, LTS's, OFA's And every other crew that used to rack cans and spray And mob the RUD before the MTA So don't hate what I say or talk down when I bust mine Tryin' to make some green like the Culver city bus line I'm unsigned and hyped, dump mines on sight This Living Legend gang, what you punks rhymin' like? I combine with 9th, sickest with these beats I mean so sick like he's forgettin' to eat A hard man to take down like Michael Vick on his feet And anybody chose me they was thinkin' defeat I'ma spit with this heat until I get my credit I'm a verbal martial artist like I'm signed to Shady Records And you bitches best respect it or I will destroy you Have your whole crew screamin' out "You're My Boy Blue!"
