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Lyrics

[Chorus] No! Oh, y'all niggas don't... No! Do y'all really got flow? (No!) Did you live that life in the streets? Guns lit like the sun, white in the streets (No!) Can I roll with you, baby? (No!) No, you can't come with me (No!) This whole life—can you come with me? Do your man make you come like me? [Verse 1] Who shot him? Told the police? Where you get the coke from? (No!) Rot in a cell, flat tail The boys in the van, yeah, they smell you Label me dangerous in this game called rap Dangerous, with my hands on the Mac You know my nigga Mel-Man on the track My man put me on, so I'm slingin' that crack Used to crack pots, now I'm bringin' that back Now I spit hot, they like "bring that back!" Pull up like the surface that crack Now I'm an addict—got fame for these tracks Out West, yeah, they lean in the 'Lacs Vest on your chest, with a beam on your strap Trace him—hear the team on his back I quote this: "Nigga, we comin' to win" After the mask, then done it again Turn your sounds up, get drunk, crash to it Bounce, my nigga—shake your ass to it Spit fire—this beat like addin' gas to it Give me the gloves and the mask—I'll do it Give me a mic and a crowd—I'll move it Get my Ike staff powder, they move it Like Erick and Marvin—"It's just like music" Niggas got guns, but is they gon' use it? [Chorus] No! Is y'all nice like me? (No!) Do y'all rip mics like me? (No!) Can y'all stand with no ice like me? (No!) Can you get the club hype like me? (No!) Can y'all write like me? (No!) The cops said that you got some I.D.? (No!) Can they stop the hip-hop industry? (No!) Do you remember me? (Hell no!) Do y'all get down like this? (No!) Hold your ground like this? (No!) [Verse 2] This chick said, "Could you buy me some Cris?" (No!) Put it back—stabbin' cats, get a shiv in your back I'm reppin' P.A.—put the Hill on the map Keep noddin' your head—you feelin' the track Chicks bobbin' their heads—I'm feelin' that yak Fk the football, lil' children be strapped Step in the booth, I be killin' the track It's crazy—you can make millions off rap Done dealin' that crack—y'all fked up now I'm outta here—somebody get stuck up now Pop bottles, roll up, get fked up now The life of the struggle—we hustle Fk stumbles, pull guns like athletes Pull muscles Cross over your bars like Mike, the Russell—my Ikes'll rush you Never blew up, but I tried to ball Came through, get your food up 'Cause they wearin' Ja-Ja Roll over beats like Tarzan, y'all Weak flows, wack beats, we bury 'em all Joe Beast—niggas been fearin' y'all Roll on your whole squad like Iceman Lose your life, man—just for that ice, man Look, why you think I was writin', man? They not spittin' hard like Tyson, man Niggas risk life with that life in they hand Hustlers at night with that white in they hand Feds ask, "Could they get it down for seven?" (No!) It's a new day—send it your way While you on your two-way You know that's how niggas do it these days [Chorus/Outro] No, man—y'all fkin' with Beast? (No!) No, man—y'all packin' the heat? (No!) No, man—y'all fkin' with streets? (No!) What's with the f**kin' police? (No!) (NO!)