Yo I just don't understand

Lately it seems like I don't know

It just seems like it seems like

Everybody wants

My style my life my blood

My shoes my clothes my gear

My watch my rings my chain

My cars my money my home

My body my sweat my tears

My power my fame my strength

My shit my this my that

Bitches please

If you don't stop someone's gonna find your ass dead

Someone's gonna poison your food

Someone's puttin' tags on your toes

Someone better pray for you

Someone's gonna get your keys

Someone's gonna open your door

Someone's gonna creep in your house

And put the straight in your mouth

This is a woman's threat

Have you ever heard the story

About the mafia tip

See Big Poppa was shot

A long long long long time ago

And when he was killed

He left me with the throne

And now it seems like

Everyone wants my blood

If you don't stop someone's gonna find your ass dead

Someone's gonna poison your food

Someone's puttin' tags on your toes

Someone better pray for you

Someone's gonna get your keys

Someone's gonna open your door

Someone's gonna creep in your house

And put the straight in your mouth

Don't stop no no

You'll be sorry

Keep doin' it you'll see

You'll be cryin'

I know whatchu doin'

'Cause I'm watchin'

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh