RL will post anywhere, so I will too.
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothin without guard
Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mass public
My attitude was, "**** it," cause mother****ers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot, and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the tele hoe"
You put what money in a Benz, cause ***** I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb-*** weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin and prayers, to breakin mother****ers to pay-up
I got no time for these *****es, cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!)
I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts no glory my ***** ***** got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a ***** in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry *****es gettin suspicious
Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us
But Thug *****z be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it, mother****ers see me
These *****z is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention
to my amibitions as a ridah