So Many
Oh Yeah, (Slaughter) New Mexico what it do? It's Young Buck people. D-Eazy I got ya! (Haha) Yeah! Stay focused. (Hold up D-Eazy Dirty Fresh) Get to the money (Y’all boys can’t stop us). Aye what it do street niggaz, come on…
So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
So many wanna see me stall, so many wanna see me stop
Muthafuckaz wanna see me dead, other niggaz wanna see me lose it
Here I stand on my own two shoot if you think that you've got what it takes to do it
So many wanna see me die, so many wanna see me hit
So many wanna see me gone, So many wanna see me slip
Muthafuckaz wanna see me down, nobody wanna see me good
But still I stand on my own I ain’t going nowhere cuz I’m way too Hood
Yo Pac how long will they mourn me? Let me tell you man these streets is lonely
I put my heart in the hood and I still got muthafuckaz gunning for me
I know how it goes though dog, everybody wanna feel some glory
Muthafuckaz wanna do big thangz, everybody wanna tell their story
But I make it so hard to ignore me, got my name in the streets rotating
I ain’t lost no love for my peeps, they're the reason that I feel like I can’t be faded
Everybody wanna do what I’m doing, so I guess that's why I'm hated
All the real muthafuckaz in the hood got my back and they glad that I finally made it
Life is hard for a thug in the streets though, all I see is greed in our people
Nobody wanna see a nigga come up, niggaz act trife when you're coppin’ C-Notes
Gotta roll with my heat close by, Hating ass niggaz in the streets don't die, they multiply
More and more niggaz wanna see me dead cuz I’m breaking bread
Got money on my head, yeah I’m a target
Bullets on deck with my name written on it
And it's been that way for the longest
I ain’t even trippin’ they can bring it if they want it
I can stand on my own I ain’t scared, we can make it happen anytime, anywhere
I'm prepared for y’all I swear, you can find me middle fingers in the air like
So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
So many wanna see me stall, so many wanna see me stop
Muthafuckaz wanna see me dead, other niggaz wanna see me lose it
Here I stand on my own two shoot if you think that you've got what it takes to do it
So many wanna see me die, so many wanna see me hit
So many wanna see me gone, So many wanna see me slip
Muthafuckaz wanna see me down, nobody wanna see me good
But still I stand on my own I ain’t going nowhere cuz I’m way too Hood
(Aye New Mexico, what it do nigga?)
Woke up screaming out Buck The World, selling my dope in front of this store
Look around nigga where can I go? Shit’s been slow. Tell 'em I know
Finger print my whole team wanna know if we're up to our old things
But my click thick like codeine. Do you know what pourin’ up a foe means?
Cook the coke, punch the bricks. No time for the dumb shit
Pimp the bitch, she suckin’ dick? Surprised what just one Hun get
And I got 99 ways to hit these streets and get me paid
I ride one deep and keep AK's, I play my cards. What u talkin’ bout? Spades
We still on that ratchet shit, Heckler and Koch automatic shit
It really don't matter how bad it get, anywhere you go gotta have that shit
So I just stay focused of all Roaches
Waitin’ on the day they approach us, on the front line with my soldiers
Dead end nigga this game is over, one wrong turn and you're wrapped in plastic
Everybody come view his body (I'm sorry) Yeah view his body
Dead end nigga this game is over, one wrong turn and you're wrapped in plastic
Everybody come view his body (What else?) Now close his casket
So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
So many wanna see me stall, so many wanna see me stop
Muthafuckaz wanna see me dead, other niggaz wanna see me lose it
Here I stand on my own two shoot if you think that you've got what it takes to do it
So many wanna see me die, so many wanna see me hit
So many wanna see me gone, So many wanna see me slip
Muthafuckaz wanna see me down, nobody wanna see me good
But still I stand on my own I ain’t going nowhere cuz I’m way too Hood
Big gun killin’ all the static, clearin’ up like good reception
You call this an automatic, me I call this hood protection
Put a foot in the good direction, run up on me and I’m lettin’ y’all have it
Your fall will be caused by gravity blood gush when they push your chest in
Whatchu know about killaz in your rear view, whatchu know about shots out the clear blue
Whatchu know about being so deep in the beef that it seem like you're own mother fear you
I bust shots they hit the dirt fast, Fuck you the word they heard last
Fucking with me you got a one way ticket to hell and imma make sure you ride first class
You shot first with the Desert eagle try to make it a family affair
Send me to go see my dead people, them rotten bastards try to blast I swear
Yeah I’m coming for you brrrrat be prepared, in broad day light ask me to care
If I get caught for killin’ 'em I’m fillin’ 'em with lead
Fuck a life sentence pass me the chair
When Crooked I come to your block to kill ya, it's no talk show I won't Dr. Phil ya
It's nothing to talk about let the doctor feel your pulse if you ain’t real then I’m not familiar
C.O.B cob La Familia, La Familia, lock the city up
D-Eazy ain’t no rappers left like you and me man we gotta wake Pac and Biggie up (Come on man)
So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
So many wanna see me stall, so many wanna see me stop
Muthafuckaz wanna see me dead, other niggaz wanna see me lose it
Here I stand on my own two shoot if you think that you've got what it takes to do it
So many wanna see me die, so many wanna see me hit
So many wanna see me gone, So many wanna see me slip
Muthafuckaz wanna see me down, nobody wanna see me good
But still I stand on my own I ain’t going nowhere cuz I’m way too Hood
Writer/s: David D. Brown, Desmond R. Robinson, Dominick Wickliffe, Dustin A. M. Ryan
