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[First Verse:] My Daddy must have been frustrated, when he busted a nut Then came me, crawlin' out my Mama's guts I never figured I'd be born in Hell In the projects, tryin' to make a livin' off these crack sales My Baby Mama scream "Child Support" I can't sleep at home, cuz a nigga sniff coke Fuck it, I'm up early like a dope fiend The game got me feelin' like I'm high off Terrazine Jump in my Grand and I'm mashin' I score my dope in Texas, down here these niggas taxin' Twenty-two for a chicken Sixteen for a real cut believe me, all brick-and Now it's time to hit the block I call Sam and Jeff, let's cut this shit into rocks You know my game don't stop I'm postin' bail for my nigga Telly, he got caught with a glock [Chorus: uncredited singer+Crazy] [singer] We're going to make it after all [Crazy] Songtexte Niggas don't wanna see me ball Hold up my middle finger screamin' "Fuck 'em all!" Feel Me! [x2] [Second Verse:] Been rappin' since an early age, I fiend for loot I still hear, Corey Hartman, sayin' "Please don't shoot" Niggas wonder why I plot to make a mil in this shit Droppin' songs in the studio, bringin' a hit Never worried about the bitches cuz they came with paper Me and my nigga Pretty Man is plottin' up on a caper It's all real in the 'Ville nigga, peep my pain For six years I was snortin' heavy, addicted to cane With no family to turn, what else could I do? None of my niggas couldn't help me, they was loaded too Dreams of bein' a big rap star circulated Hooked up in robbin' shit, now I was drug-related Ridin' in a blue bourbon sayin' "Fuck them Hoes" White T-shirts, and Nikes, and a pair of girbauds Never knowin' that the Feds were comin' tight tomorrow Y'all bitches just don't wanna see us ball Feel me now [Chorus] [Third Verse:] Ninety-six brought the death of Roderick, and my nigga Pac And I was still in the 'Ville slingin' rocks Told the company I was a soldier, I would've gave my life That's why a nigga stay loyal to his wife Nigga started stealin' money, when he got buried Through all the confusion, I went and got married Good times didn't last long, cuz we was broke The company gettin' ran without Roderick was a joke So a thug fled camp, like Ed Legend did With my nigga named Henry, went the highest bid We finally dropped "Shed Tears", now let's wait and see A week later we gettin' calls, from Master P And every other major label on the block Tryin' to get a piece of that nigga comin' like Pac A hundred thousand records sold, now let me flaunt it I can finally get that house my Mama wanted Feel me [Chorus x2] [Singer] Fuck 'em all We're gonna make it We're gonna make it Fuck 'em all You can suck my dick Fuck 'em all This for all the haters This for all the breather haters Fuck all ya We're gonna make it Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh Aus Songtexte Mania