Knife in my Back

Now it's official... I have something I wanna tell you I'm not like other guys No, I mean I'm different Thrilla How you say you got my back Then how's that knife in it And still, I need no strap I'd rather fight for it Respect is learned and earned You got no rights to it Until I'm in that urn That pain I write thru it And I sang thru it, and I bang thru it Through all the hatred, I Snipe thru it Friends to foes, start acting strange Thought we was cool but they so deranged I'm playing it cool, won't be ya fool Life's a harsh teacher, I should've stayed in school I Stopped worrying bout' what other's thought about me, Man in the mirror Only a handful that I trust, can't be no clearer I know my flow, it stay cold as the North Pole Them lies gon' take they toll, you know I'll take ya soul Yea I heard what you said, you thought ya secret safe You little coward twat, come on say it to my face I'll put you on ya place, fisticuffs, no need to lace Ain't no need to chase just pick a time and pick a place I tell you this, I don't like to talk, I'm bout that action boss I'll hitcha with the gutty, have you sayin' like Rick Ross, hugh I cock back then, hugh Man, his face tow up Ima teach you why they calling me, B Thrilla How you say you got my back Then how's that knife in it And still, I need no strap I'd rather fight for it Respect is learned and earned You got no rights to it Until I'm in that urn That pain I write thru it And I sang thru it, and I bang thru it Through all the hatred, I Snipe thru it Friends to foes, start acting strange Thought we was cool but they so deranged I'm playing it cool, won't be ya fool Life's a harsh teacher, I should've stayed in school It just po' up out my brain that way, yes sir I mean to disrespect And if you charge me up you better be calling collect Man, it's too early fa dat, too late I don't wanna chat That boy must be out there leaning like where the purple at Crossing me, you gon' learn, as that world turns You got a lot to say when I ain't round Yea, this a bridge you done burned so My patience gon' burn slow I'll knock ya into that 3rd row You wasn't there when I was coming up but now you wanting tickets to my show, ho I tell you this, I don't like to talk, I'm bout that action boss I'll hitcha with the gutty, have you sayin' like Rick Ross, hugh I cock back then, hugh Man, his face tow up Ima teach you why they calling me, B Thrilla How you say you got my back Then how's that knife in it And still, I need no strap I'd rather fight for it Respect is learned and earned You got no rights to it Until I'm in that urn That pain I write thru it And I sang thru it, and I bang thru it Through all the hatred, I Snipe thru it Friends to foes, start acting strange Thought we was cool but they so deranged I'm playing it cool, won't be ya fool Life's a harsh teacher, I should've stayed in school Bam Bam Bam Bam