For the Record

Lyrics

[Intro] Where he at, where he at? Uhh Where he at, where he at? Uh-huh Where he at, where he at? [Verse 1] Do he rhyme with a slur from some shots in his face Or he rhyme with a slur tryna sound like Ma$e Listen to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like Case Maybe I'm just trippin', maybe he just snitchin' See it a whole lot different from my cell in Clinton What I see is straight bird, straight girl Yea, you be a killa, if you could kill with words Gotta look at the facts and not the hype Like who got shot and who got knifed Who keep gettin' struck, but don't never strike Hope the beef go away when the feds indict I know yo' card, nigga, it's so clear You just wanna sell records you don't want warfare You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide These niggas would've died if they shot me nine times Hey, it's just for the record Take this mob shit serious, please respect it [Chorus] And there go the shots they rip 'em apart (Yea) Gushes of blood comin' out of his lungs It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry When they losin' their life When muhfuckaz ask me how I sleep at night Pretty good with a slug and my heat held tight Pray to God when I'm gone, this what he felt like Finish my work on this Earth, nigga, turn off the lights [Verse 2] You ain't kill Hommo 'cause if you did Why you ain't get the kid that ordered the hit (Huh?) You know I know, that if you live That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut You a boxer, nigga, nobody got snuffed Nobody got crushed, you screamin' what what Okay, killa, you is the slut Think about it, enough is enough Time to show who is who And what is what I mean how can I respect you When them niggas that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you (Not one body) You know where they are, where they perform Bust yo' gun, stop makin' songs Please no more Ghetto Qur'an You got money now it's time to bomb And that's just for the time Take this mob shit serious please respect it [Refrain] And there go the shots they rip 'em apart Gushes of blood comin' out of his lungs And there go the shots they rip 'em apart Gushes of blood comin' out of his lungs [Verse 3] Death of perfection as I move without motion Ain't a nigga in this game do the shit that I'm quotin' Good look you'll never see another me Might be some other Gs tryna trace n color me But I believe in the ways of old You slit a fool's throat tryna tell on PO Rats shouldn't exist, fuck a snitch Cut off his dick, put it on his lips You really think I was gon' let you slide Fuckin wit' me you must be out yo' mind You really think Sha was gon' make things right Nigga, I'll hold shop till you lose yo' life I was mindin' my own, word got back, niggas talkin' 'bout PO I was like oh? God must be ready for this nigga to go Gangland, this is the mob You got yo' break come finish the job Juss don't get the feds involved And I'mma reunite you with yo' moms Rip I guess this ain't just music 'Cause jail only made me much mo' ruthless (Nigga) And the bitch nigga knew this That's why he tried to sign me to G-Unit Tell 'em how you made me offers (I don't run with that, Blood, I'm a godfather) Loved on every street corner Hurts yo' heart that you don't get that honor The feds I paid for that Ten years up top, not seven months shop Walked the yard with Bloods Took the bus with cuz Went gun for gun I earned my love You, you just pathetic You'll neva be a G, despite yo' efforts Take this mob shit serious, you gon' respect it That's just fo' the record [Chorus] And there go the shots they rip 'em apart Gushes of blood comin' out of his lungs It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry When they losin' their life When muhfuckaz ask me how I sleep at night Pretty good with a slug and my heat held tight Pray to God when I'm gone, is what he felt like Finish my work on this Earth and turn off the lights