[Intro] Uh, yeah, yeah Shit is crazy, yo (I feel you though, nigga) Who woulda ever thought, same nigga's It'd be them same nigga's (You are the same nigga, though) Same nigga that couldn’t get the deal Now I’m the hottest nigga wit a deal (You ain't changed a bit)
Yo, niggas never got nothin' good to say, quick to blame 'Fore you judge me feel my pain You know it ain’t a vest in the world that could shield my reign You ain’t got money for the gas bitch, get out the range Got welcomed to the game wit' like 4 mil' and change Nigga's feelin' like I changed, but I’m feelin the same So who cares if they beg to differ When all them nigga's that beg to differ Is cokeheads and sniffers Take me for example, least I made it You think nigga's in the hood should appreciate it By time it's happy birthday its gon' be belated When you me, everything you do get exaggerated You miss a nigga pound they gon' say you flipped out Take a piss in the street they say you pulled your dick out As a youth it’s just a lot of shit I wanna live out Got alot of friends but only had a few when I was without Same niggas I was starvin', couldn’t get a crumb from Sometimes I think, where all these mother fuckers come from I needed money for school, couldn’t get no ones from Got jumped in the park and couldn’t get the guns from Instead of rollin' wit a clique, roll wit my sis Hell no, these motherfuckers can't hold my stick You think I care if they get mad? I don’t owe them shit Wanna hold sumthin' hold my dick, nigga
1 - We might be from a different hood But we the same nigga's (That's just the way it is) Don’t be thinkin' shit all good It be them same nigga's Same nigga's get caught, blame niggas Same nigga's, go to court and name, nigga's (Some things will never change)
It be them same nigga's Man, regardless how you feel (It's the way it is) It be the same motherfuckers that'll get you killed Them same nigga's, them same nigga's, them same nigga's Them same nigga's That’s why I don’t fuck wit niggas
I got a brotha named Ant, right? Glad to be home Been through a lot of shit so I’m glad to be grown But yo', where were these freaks when I had no jeeps Livin on 34th street and we ain’t have no heat 'Cross from P.S. 92, 7th and 8th Asked you for dough and you said "no" dead in my face But now that I’m on, it's like I owe everybody somethin' All my niggas dead so everybody frontin' Same kid's went to Catholic school is dealers And same nigga's had no heart is now killers Sometimes I reminisce on what I said in the mist But even when I dream, it wasn’t better than this But actually, the nigga's who would scrap for me Or go as far as getting guns and clap for me Ain’t even here to get a platinum plaque for me I talk to them but they don’t talk back to me I ain’t know you that long so ain’t much I can ask of you And when I reminisce I can’t take it back wit' you I can’t ask "Yo' what happen to my nigga Black or Q?" So I don’t really need to rap wit you, ya know?
Yo', I figured if we All Out, it's all right As long as when we all brawl we all fight I'm under nigga's hoses like roses Here I am, M A dolla-sign E nigga, fear no man Nigga hit me in the mouth and we bound to fight Just call my bluff and it be on tonight I got words of a madman tatooed on my arm Ain't fuckin wit my sister cuz I’m mad at my mom Blink sayin', "That ain’t you wit a gat in your palm" But Blink, it's either that or be harmed So the doctor give me pills for the wound, stitch my flesh Give a nigga last wish so he could pick his death So my sister wanna rap and I wish her the best But I would never wanna wish her my stress Cause it's like when I hurt, y’all laugh They put me on every forecast sayin' that I bought ass So I drink a tall glass before I spaz Then I take it like a man and let it all pass I wanted big bucks, no whammys, understand me I show nigga's love and nigga's underhand me Then they wonder why I want no family What I need a hooker for, gettin' head from And I fear when New Year's come, cuz it might be the year A good nigga die cuz when you good life ain’t fair Like you call on the saints but the saints don’t hear You could cry to the Lord, its like Christ don’t hear So instead of hood winking I give you the plain facts If I never change, how I’m gon' change back, explain that They sayin' Mase ain’t the same cat But every time you get robbed I get ya chain back Them same nigga's Them same nigga's Them same nigga's Them same nigga's That’s why I don’t fuck wit niggas
It's crazy like that, you know what I'm saying? You'll be tellin' a nigga you got a deal He think that that shit come with Rollies And they come wit' Benz's Come with Bentleys and houses and shit They don't need no one to work, a nigga quitin'