| And I told him, «Don't fuck with me, don’t fuck with me.» | 
| Yo, yo. | 
|  Everybody, everybody, everybody | 
| Everybody. | 
| Yo, come on. | 
| Everybody plays a fool, sometimes | 
| There’s no exceptions to the rules | 
| Get your nines | 
| Digi Digi, Shaolin Shaolin. | 
| But in Brownsville. | 
| Check it out. | 
| Niggas was psyched out, Beretta brought the dirt bike out | 
| Everlast just came home, it was his first night out | 
| He was arguin' with these bitches how they don’t mind their business | 
| When he was locked the fuck down, no one came to visit | 
| He was snuffed, black, his little cousin Moe stuck Cap | 
| That’s Miss Sommers on the bike with the gat like, «Fuck that» | 
| But finessin' over here, he could’ve wished he had ten more years | 
| Cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air | 
| Everlast, ego went full blast, didn’t splash it | 
| He’d act like his head was too big for the casket | 
| I told him, «Slow down God, you ain’t wild | 
| You ain’t been in these projects in a while | 
| Runnin' 'round with that old school style» | 
| Don’t think these young bucks won’t lay you down like tile | 
| A hard head makes a soft ass, these New York lads | 
| Chopped faces, you talk fast — they bust off fast | 
| And chase you out the hood, in a bloody hood | 
| Yo, son, you seen that kid was actin' Hollywood? | 
| Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali, clap when he 'ttack | 
| Most get astounded by sorrounded sound effects in the back | 
| Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' buldge in his jacket | 
| Head nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty for gats | 
| He nas', passed me, bumped me and laughed, then flashed me his Mac | 
| Said, «I got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track» | 
| So strap this, nah, this bar’s a bullet, par pull it | 
| In fact, blast me bastard, I done came to far for this | 
| Boulevard life, remember late nights? | 
| Mama stomach touchin' a bed, two bids | 
| Cats sacky in Comstack, retire from the crack | 
| I’m askin' Allah that the warm Hennessy help me | 
| I ain’t chose the struggle, the struggle chose me | 
| Lord forgive me fore I have stolen from my brothers | 
| Snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers | 
| Familiar fishscale, everybody plays the fool | 
| The +Older Gods+ givin' me jewels | 
| The younger Gods givin' me tools | 
| Solomon Allah, I feel I was jerked | 
| To the drug dealers, my baby mother’s a flirt | 
| Holey socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don’t hurt? | 
| That’s my problem now, I ain’t afraid to talk | 
| Still cop coke from the well Willy | 
| When I was young I got robbed from the neighborhood bully | 
| 'Til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli' | 
| Now him and his click know that I’m a thug fully |