I got a head, but it ain't no screws in it 

(Verse one) 
Roll up and get swoll up 
Hold up 
How ya gonna play me like a sunking dunking donut? 
I ain't came a long way to get checked 
So give me respect when I get wrecked or get your motherfucking chin checked 
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland 
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open 
Say you're looking for some real shit 
Then catch a funkdified bitch 
Like that 
Oakland's on the map 
Tupac is on the big screen striving 
Gotta love a nigga for surviving 
I wear a lot of old school jewels 
Look how the fools ?, oh 
Stop lookin' at me hard 'cause you're buffer 
But I'll just buck when bigger motherfuckers 
Turning men to suckers 
Niggas wanna start a little rukus 
Better duck 'cause I'll be poundin' them motherfucker 
They wanna throw their hands up 
That's tight 
Hit 'em with my eight 
Never had shit left, right 
Then hit 'em with the uppercut 
Duck quick 
Shit outta luck 
Fucked and stuck with that rough shit 
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio 
Do you hear me, though? 
Give a holler to my niggas in the pen 
And my murderous partners with their Mac 10s 
I represent the real 'cause I'm ill, G 
Glock cocked and then they kill me 
I'm representing 

(Chorus) 

(Verse two) 
Peace to Redman, Treach, Vin Rock, KayGee the great one 
Mary J. Blige, Pete Rock and sure you're late son 
Heavy D, CL Smooth and Queen Latifah 
Too Short, Tony! Toni! Toné! they all ? 
And 
The special motherfucker Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest 
And Jungle Brothers, Das EFX, EPMD and Ice Cube 
House Of Pain, funky blunted ass white dudes 
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas 
Digital Underground, my real niggas 
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion 
Wickeder than most men, Spice 1 and Pooh Man 
TLC, Eric B. rocking, then Scarface 
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin' the scars bass 
Thoro Headz, ?, The Click 
E-40, The Governor and Richie Rich 
Young Guns in the house pumpin' flava 
?, DJ Ditch for their behavior 
Off the head, my freestyle flow 
Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know 
I'm strictly representin' 

(Chrorus) 

(Talking) 
One motherfucker, two motherfucker, three motherfucker 
Damn, who did I forget? 

(Verse three) 
I'm a soldier 
Daddy was a soldier 
Strong in the struggle 
Must be contend so it's on 
Raised in a house full of bad motherfuckers 
Mad motherfuckers 
Never had so we grab from the stacked motherfuckers 
Now they know me, the homies 
Raised by some crazed ass well paid O.G.s 
Ah shit 
Pulled up in a Benzy, snatch 
The wheel as I peel out 
Carch a cop's tail 
Rock shells hit 
Raise a fist so they know to make a hit 
Can I flip it? 
I may get wicked as I rip it 
To get specific, if the shoe fits, then kick it 
It's for the gifted 
Pump your fist if you with it 
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit 
Now they wanna maime me (told ya) 
All I wanted to be was a soldier 
Bang bang boogie, it's a stick up 
Quit now, nigga, eat a dick up 
I'm representing

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