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Standin in our way, you gonna get stepped on

Tryin to undercut us, you gonna get leapt on

Im gonna take strides on my enemies

Like Pac wanna ride on his enemies

Im gonna bury those that envy me

And those that wanna injure me

Ill be the killa if thats what I gotta be

Free to be the defender of the street

Do what I do I always gotta keep the heat

Now let me blast how Im gonna blast the 9

Again and again, time after time

I understand that yall might skeptical

Til I fry your ass like you in a receptical

So why dont you chill and not take the chance

6 Bullets to the dome if you give me a cross glance

 

[Chorus]

I aint never been the type to hate

But I wont be afraid to fuckin regulate

Let me just tell you this out the gate

Fuck wit me, you aint gon like the shate

 

 

It can be found that from anyone close to me

I aint never been something I aint supposed to be

But people always wanna tell me take a different route

And choose a different style to boot

I just been holdin down as good as I can

Battlin against this hatin, just tryin to be a man

Im sick of feelin like Im gettin hit by a van

And fuck all you that tell me to take a different plan

I cant change; this is who I am

In my way, gon get charged like by a ram

Too much hatin for one man to be takin

Then Ill see these bitches wit this money Im makin

They gon step like they been eternally fakin

And want some of the success that I am rakin

But fuck that, when I pull the 9, I hope they is shakin

Seems once again they was all mistaken

 

[Chorus]

 

 

Forget all you hoes that I been talking to

And props to those that stuck wit what I been through

Though they aint that many

At least they aint faded like Penny

So fo them I throw back some Henny

And set aside plenty