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If God for me, who could be against me? I guess all them niggas that's against me They the ones stirrin' up the conflict Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted Bitches East Coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit) It's not a conflict of interest Cuh, them niggas with the business West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands deep up in them trenches It's no difference Neither one play games when swingin' for them fences We want the finer things, the shit that's еxpensive The shit that hit 'еm either close range or at a distance If God for me, nigga, why bother? I got my game from the Godfather (Woof) Top of the food chain, rock bottom And handled my business when it was my problem G shit, nigga flossin' with a gold chain I got my Turkish rope with matchin' gold fangs Bomber jacker in the winter, it's a cold game I met some East Coast niggas up in Spokane (What up?) Some of the realest niggas in this dope game I got my curly top, lookin' like Special Ed Clean fade on the side, bumpin' that redhead Clean tags when I ride, duckin' the fed-feds SongtexteEast Coast niggas, they get that bread-bread You fuck with them niggas, you end up dead-dead Them West Coast niggas, they leave that lead spread And now you got bullets all in your dread head If God for me, who could be against me? I guess all them niggas that's against me They the ones stirrin' up the conflict Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted Bitches Still tryna fuck the riches East Coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit) It's not a conflict of interest Cuh, them niggas with the business West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands deep up in them trenches It's no difference Fourth and inches I'm finna hit a lick and handle business I got a down bitch, she real vicious Rock-a-bye baby, no witness This is not even a conflict You niggas on nonsense Niggas die the same way in Brooklyn and Compton But niggas with that gang-gang, them niggas make a profit Niggas on top, niggas stay poppin' Look, see, I was the high school Slick Rick, I was stylin' Fat gold chain with an African medallion Hip-hop connoisseur and Rollin' 20 Crippin' Rap game real tight, freestyle was magnificent All about the clout and all about my dividends Them older niggas couldn't tell me different I need a 'round the way girl to let me stick it in Showtime at the Apollo I'm drinking OE up out the bottle Take two swigs and pour out a little liquor for my niggas who won't live to see tomorrow If God for me, who could be against me? I guess all them niggas that's against me They the ones stirrin' up the conflict Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted Aus Songtexte Mania