[Intro:]nIt's a lot of double crossers out herenI rely on talent thoughnOne gun upnI represent the epitome of lyricismnDouble crossers die slownn[Sample:]nSometiiimes, I think about itnAnd my poor heart wants to die about it (Woo!)nAbout the sweet sweet love lostnAnd the way i got double crossednBy a guy who was my friendnI see him now and thennn[Verse 1:]nMy enterprise is ya demise coming into ya defeatnI write with a fire in pen and signature the beatnIn and out of the system, snitches get releasednThey eat breakfast in jail and dinner on the streetsnNiggaz get caught slippin' wit slippers on they feetnGet cut from ear to ear, blood drippin' from his cheeknI carry the broke gun, was missin off a piecenThe clip all bent up, but gripped it when it's beefnThe clip don't wanna go in, I force it in the heatnI force it (faucet) like the water with the dishes in the sinknWent on a robbin' spree, been stickin' up for weeksnDon't communicate with the Jake or listen when they speaknCome out wit ya hands up, this is the police!nI tell 'em Hell no, no surrender no retreatnThey wasn't built like me, these niggaz don't competenYa gimmick is unfinished, my image is completenYou say you underground but the wisdom that I speaknWalks upon the ground you livin' underneathnMainstream dream I was lifted from beneathnAnybody deeper me's the deceasednBut yo, you ever stared at a man with the vision of a beast?nMake 'em look just like food, just lift em up and eatnn[Hook:]nYou wanna be a thug, I must saynIt ain't a two way street, it's a one-waynThe more money then the more gunplaynBut everybody gotta go one daynI'm prepared to ride, won't hesitate to put a man in the skynSo when you talking to me you should stare in my eyesnLookin' for me, I'm right here in the 'StuynBrooklyn niggaz ain't scared to dienn[Verse 2:]nBefore I had an interview, a photo shoot and a shownAll I had was a jukes, I laid niggaz on the floornWhen I run in the spot, I know when its time to gonGet the drugs, get the jewels, the money and hit the doornNiggaz do what you tell 'em when you holdin' that 4-4nPull a gun on a “Yes” man and make 'em say No!nHow long you been beatin' ya girl?, you straight wilin'nNow you in and out of the can, domestic violencenIt's kinda childish, man I wouldn't wanna be younThe judge gon' either 2 to 6 you or 1 to 3 younOn the visitin' floor, with the girl who ID'ed younDem broads'll get you locked up, then come see younI be in ya hood, I got a chick on ya block, nI be spendin' the night, she got a nice lil' spotnYou say ya hood tough and whatnotnBut all the times I been in ya hood, I never heard one shotnHop in the caddy truck and swerve up the blocknThe nerve that I got itnNiggaz be actin' like they harder than menBut tell me, How hard can they be?nStartin' wit me, then wanna squash shit wit menMayne u far from a GnAll those fagets gonna either have to Automatic, or Revolve' it wit menI was mindin' my own, why they botherin' me?nI bring death upon enemiesnIf my daddy was a real nigga-what they thought I was gon' be?nThe apple don't fall too far from the treenn[Hook:]nYou wanna be a thug, I must saynIt ain't a two way street, it's a one-waynThe more money then the more gunplaynBut everybody gotta go one daynI'm prepared to ride, won't hesitate to put a man in the skynSo when you talking to me you should stare in my eyesnLookin' for me, I'm right here in the 'StuynBrooklyn niggaz ain't scared to die