This ain't, no Oscars or MTV or Joan Rivers fashion police
Not what you read in tabloid sheets
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because the game was supposed to be sold we live it
Came from the streets we the voice of the youth
America's nightmare was given a the mic booth
Nike boots, leathers and jean, jewelry, cribs and cars
Rappers not dependin on your nine to five jobs
Entertainment, this is our world this is our language
Different regions speakin east and west gang shyt
You got your positive shyt like, Common Sense
But even he had drama with the Don Mega Cube
Acknowledge the words get twisted at times it's rules
What you think is different from the block whenever we feud
fukk your pictures and your plaques your tours and autographs
Don't trust bytches and nikkaz who tell you you're all of that
Cause, they'll be in your enemies face, sayin it's safe
To run in your release party sprayin the place
Or catch you when you least on point, putting your keys in the door
Behind you with your seeds in Kay Bee Toys store
Maybe the words get disrespectful now your nikkaz check you
"You 'gon let that nikka play you? you know we 'gon rep you"
Next mornin every news channel and front page
Headlines: another rapper was slayed. this is Star Wars