Lyrics

[Intro] Uh I see everybody wanna play gangsta now, huh? Well you know what, niggas? I'ma just play Kendrick You gotta respect it Feel this, uh Let me shit on these niggas, man [Verse 1] Look, homie, I'm not your Crip or your Blood Homie, I'm just Kendrick See me other than him, might plead the Fifth Amendment Hard headed nigga, shit, all it take is an instant Shocked to have scored, just as soft as an infant Say you bust your guns, but never totin' it You say your man is dope? I think he's smokin' it, homie Why you provokin' it? Don't mean to boast a bit But you can call me a fly, 'cause your boy be on some shit Plus I'm fly, so all the girlies think I'm the shit I got it to spend, but still never buy 'em shit You better guard your bitch 'Cause all it takes is a finger to turn her on, holmes Somethin' like a light switch Hands down but still dark, think I might switch the Jag' for the Porsche 'Cause it got a better steering grip Young, but been a man, and you won't understand Spree wheels looking like a bedroom ceilin' fan [Chorus] When the beef start cookin' And the shots start comin' Don't hesitate to pop that thing People start lookin' And people start runnin' Don't hesitate to pop that thing Rolling down Rosecrans, I fear no man I be God damned if I live on my knees, I rather die on my feet That Hub City threat shit is me [Verse 2] Nigga, I'm from the land where fiends fly like Peter Pan And the average man got a heat up in them Dickie pants I got some plans to stack riches Own seven 6s like a Philadelphian If you don't know by now, I'm focused like camera lens And if I know your mans, I might give a second chance 'Cause I don't wanna hurt you, have 'em runnin' in Herschels Shells stick to his back like a Ninja Turtle Crack sells, drug sell all in the virtue Been a artist since Prince played in color purple Weed smoke, hydro blow on that purple 2 straps on my side, like suspenders on Urkel I suspend you, they irk you, what you lyin' for? You know you ain't eatin' like Feed The Children commercials Man, my children'll circle around your block Let out shots and be home 30 minutes before they curfew [Chorus] When the beef start cookin' And the shots start comin' Don't hesitate to pop that thing (Right) People start lookin' And people start runnin' Don't hesitate to pop that thing (Yeah) Rolling down Rosecrans I fear no man I be God damned (Damn) If I live on my knees I rather die on my feet That hub city threat shit is me (Bitch) [Outro] Yeah, it's real Kendrick You see me in the streets, man, come to me as a man, man It's real, nigga Kendrick, you gotta respect it, niggas respect me, man (K. Dot) Stop being some yank, nigga, it's real Lotta niggas tryna play gangsta, huh? It's 2004, man, you wanna be in this shit, quit it Be yourself, man Still affiliated, huh? Niggas respect me, bitch