Rep Da A-T-Rock/Area51

Rep Da A - T-Rock [Talking] Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real sh*t ni**a [Chorus] You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for that If ya'll niggas want war, I got the MACK for that Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that [Verse 1] Ni**a if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it The bullshit I'm in right now ni**a, I've been on it (yeah) If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat (woo) You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok I take the stand under oath and lie Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry Or watch time go by Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die [Chorus - 2X] [Verse 2] You gettin' money ni**a (yeah), you dimed out (yeah) Well 50 Cent is the hottest sh*t out this (yeah) You bust your gun ni**a (yeah), you on the run ni**a (yeah) You treat a grown man, like he ya son (ni**a) Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his ni**a for his rolee And after being on the street, less than a week Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood Why smack a ni**a silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that sh*t) A slug'll split a niggas a**, worst than the philly I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me It's that soap opera sh*t, the b**ch watch too much TV [Chorus - 2X] [Verse 3] Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN') Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN"T NOTHIN') I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN') You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN') Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my sh*t You a 6 coupe ni**a, but you gears behind Ni**a yours a 92, mine's a 99 Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read If you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I said If not you dumb f**k, I just run over your head [Chorus - 2X] [singing in background until fade]