Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Man I don't understand it, man I just need you to answer this one question for me, nigga Since you wanna keep emailing me and shit Email me an answer to this question, man Why did you choose to fuck with me? Tell me that Nigga you ain't Pac, you ain't got the crown at the top You ain't got no stripes from around on the block You ain't hard, niggas fall off, you ain't fall How you wear tattoo tears and walk no yard I ain't got a clue, guess I gotta do what I do And the world'll see the truth by the time that I'm through You want it static, I can give it to you, automatic Tattoos don’t make you G, nigga, Bow Wow tatted You don’t want a problem with it, say you want a problem, get it When they ask you ‘who was that that served you? Tell ‘em problem did it 'Cause I’m your problem now and I’m just getting warm See, I’m a product of that Crip you tatted on your arm How could you be a Blood? How the Bloods show you love? You was a dove when you started banging How they know you thug? Cutter niggas don’t know that, dude Think he crazy, I got something for that fool Kurt Cobain, this nigga wanna blow out his brains Swear the stress of success'll drive cowards insane Want the title, the new thug-American Idol Since he talking shit to me, I guess he is suicidal Think he invincible, swear this nigga feeling himself He a white boy talkin' ‘bout killing himself Homie, you crazy, couldn’t be a Compton baby Wanting death, when his niggas tryna dodge it daily? If a rider gotta fade you then this the G With them fake-ass frown, like you Mr. T I pity the fool that wanna start shit with Dresta The Westside original Compton gangsta You what it is, boy, I inspired your rapping Want Compton to turn against me? They won’t fire the captain, they love me And I ain’t even mainstream, nigga Knew you was gay, just wish you would'a came clean, nigga That’s the worst, you should've took your time to rehearse So when we did that song you wouldn’t have had to change your verse But I feel you; It’s hard to try to follow a leader If I was you, I wouldn’t wanna rap behind me neither If I was mediocre, he ain’t a thug, he a joker The way he treat his family, you would swear he was a smoker Young, dumb nigga, want some? Come, nigga Wanna threaten me, like they made one gun, nigga? You’s a dumb-ass I ain’t playing game with your young ass I’m on the lap, I ain’t got time for no gun stash Being shot, that’s a cold thing to live through I'll tell you what, apologize, and maybe I’ll forgive you