For The Record

Where it at Where it atUhh[repeat 3x][Verse 1]Now do he rhyme with a slurr from the shots in his face ordo He rhyme wit a slurr tryin' sound like maseListen to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like CakeMaybe I'm juss trippin, maybe he juss snitchinSee it a whole lot different from my cell in Clintonwhat I see is straight bird, straight girlYea u be a killa,you kill the wordsyou gotta look at the facts and not the hypeLike who got shot and who got knifedWho keep gettin struck, but don't neva strikeHope the beef go away but the feds indictI know ya card nigga, it's so clearYou juss wanna sell records you don't want warfareYou don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hidethese niggaz would've died if they shot me nine timesHey it's juss for the recordTake this mob shit serious, please respect it[Hook]there go all shots that rip'em apartwatch as the blood come up outta his lungsIt's murdah bloody homicide is what they cryWhen they losin' their lifemuhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at nightPretty good witta slug with my heat held tightPray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels likeFinish my work on this earth and then turn off the lights (verse 2]You ain't kill Homa 'cause if you didWhy you ain't get the kid that ordered the hitYou know I know, that if you liveThat shit that you spit, somebody got somebodySomebody got jumped, somebody got cutYou a boxer nigga, nobody got shotNobody got crushed, you screamin what whatOkay killa you slutThink about it, enough is enoughits time to show 'em who's whoAnd what is whatI mean how can I respect youWhen them niggaz that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you(not 1 body)You know where they are, where they performBust yo gun, stop makin songsPlease no more ghetto quranYou got money now it's time to bombAnd that's juss from the timeTake this mob shit serious please respect itthere it go all shots they rip 'em apart [2x]Cuz it's a blood comin outta his heart[Verse 3]Death of perfection as I move witout motionAin't no nigga in his game doin the shit that I'm quotinTake a good look 'cause you'll neva a see another of meMight be sum otha g's tryna trace n color meBut I believe in the ways of oldWhen I slit a fools throat tryna tell on poThat shouldn't excist, fuckin snitchCut of his dick, put it on his lipsYou really think I was gon' let you slideFuckin wit me you must be outcho mindYou really think I was gon' make thinks rightNigga I will smile you till you lose yo lifeI was mindin' my own, word got back, niggaz talkin bout poI was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigga to go(bye bye)Gangland this is the mobYou got yo break come finish yo jobJuss don't get the feds involvedAnd I'mma reunite you wit yo momsRipI guess this ain't juss musicCuz jail only made me much mo' ruthless (nigga)And the bitch nigga knew thisThat's why he tryed to sign me to g-unit(nah)Tell 'em how you made me offersI don't run with that(blood) I'mma godfatherLoved on every street cornerHurts yo heart that you don't get that honorThe feds I paid fo that10 years up topnot 7 monthz shocki walked the yard with bloodTook the bus wit cuzWent gun fo gunI earned my luvYou, you juss patheticYou will neva be G, despite yo effortsTake this mob shit serious, you gon' respect itTha's juss fo the record[Hook]there it go all the shots that rip'em apartCuz it's the blood comin outta his lungsIt's murdah bloody homicide is what they cryWhen they losin' their lifemuhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at nightPretty good witta slug and my heat held tight,Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels likeFinish my work on this earth and turn off the lights