I got a case of spittin’ in a muthafucker’s face
So me and my ace
We got a taste of a muthafucker’s billy club
He took his gun and put it to my head and said, “N**** start runnin’”
So tell me what’s the next episode?
Is he crazy, does he want to chase me and waste me?
I thought, ‘Run n****, run’ but I caught myself
Because my secondary thought was death
I get hit hard real, but still muthafucker said
“I want another black muthafucker dead
Niggaz ain’t good for s*** to me
‘Cause it’s a race for second class
So get your a** up against the wall b****”
And then he tried, they jumped me but the punk became a victim of a walkby
F*****’ with Dre, you get a foot up in your a******
It’s just another way to let you know
I never said, I never said, I never said, ok can’t f*** wit me
Real muthafuckin’ G
Straight from the streets of the CPT
Tellin’ you why real niggaz don’t die