For The Record (Album Version|Explicit)

For The Record

OOh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face

He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like make

Listened to his tape

This lil' ni**a used to sound like cake

Maybe I'm juss killing maybe he juss snitching

See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped

What I see is straight bug straight thoro

Yea he be a killa you kill wit bugs

Rather look at the facts not the hype

Like who got shot and who got knifed

Who keep gettin struck but don't neva strike

Hope the beef go away but the feds indict

I know yo card ni**a it's so clear

You juss wanna sell record you don't want warfare

You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide

These *z would've died if they shot me nine times

Heyy it's juss for the best

Take this mob sh*t serious please respect it

And there go the shots stay rippin me apart

Cuz it's a blood comin outta his lung

It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry

When they losin' their life

When muhf**kaz ax me how I sleep at night

Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight

Pray to god while I'm gone

Is what underneath feels like

It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights

You ain't kill humma cause if you did

Why you ain't get the pen after all of that hit

You know I know that if you live

That sh*t that you spit somebody got somebody

Somebody got jumped somebody got cut

You boxer ni**a nobody got snuffed

Nobody got flushed you screamin what what

Okay okay killa you'sa slut

Think about it enoughs enoughs

I'm tryna show me whoes who

And what is what

I mean how can I respect you

When them *z that left you ain't none of me

Blessed you

Not nobody

You know where they are where they perform

Bust yo gun stop makin songs

Please no more ghetto *

You got money now it's time to bomb

And that's juss fo the top

Take this mob sh*t serious please respect it

And there go the shots stay ripping me apart

Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum

Death of perfection as I move witout motion

Ain't no ni**a in his game doing the sh*t that I'm quoting

Take a good look cause you'll neva a see enought of me

Might be sum otha goes tryna trace n color me

But I believe in the ways of old

Slice these *z throat tryna tell on po

That shouldn't excist f**kin snitch

Cut of his dick put it to his lips

You really think I was gong let you slide

F**kin wit me you must be outcho mind

You really think jail was gong make thinks right

Ni**a I will shoot you till you lose yo life

I was minding my own word got back *z talkin bout po

I was like ohh god must be ready fo this ni**a to go

I ain't lyin this is the mob

You got yo break come finish yo job

Juss don't get the feds involved

And I'mma reunite you wit yo moms

R I P

I guess this ain't juss music

Cuz jail only made me much more ruthless （*）

And the b**ch ni**a knew this

That's why he tryed to sign me to g-unit

Tell 'em how you made me offers

I don't want that blood I'mma godfather

Loved on every street corner

Hurts yo heart that you don't get that honor

The feds I paid fo that

10 years up top

I sell me much shop

Both of ya was blood

Took the bus wit cuz

Want gun fo gun

I earned my lug

You you juss pathetic

You neva bg bespite yo average

Take this mob sh*t serioue you going respect it

Tha's juss fo the record

And there go the shots stay rippin me apart

Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum

It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry

When they losin' their life

When muhf**kaz ax me how I sleep at night

Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight

Pray to god while I'm gone

Is what underneath feels like

It's my work by the surf when they turn off the light