On Feel Kendrick Summon Pac when he changed his voice on the track when he was used Pac emotional vocals, I wished he gave us more of that, nikkas feel that shyt
I feel like I'm boxin' demons, monsters
False prophets schemin', sponsors, industry promises
nikkas, bytches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
That's that shyt we feel, that's what made Pac, DMX, David Ruffin, Sam Cooke so great
Naw,he wants people to believe he's doing something as great as the people you name checked.
He really was just biting
[Beanie Sigel]
When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'll probablly die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw
Die on stage, rippin' down tours
Die from age, trickin' out-a-town whores
Die cuz I didn't have one in the pipe
Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike
And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin'
No vest section from my chest missin'
Die cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten
In a V twizzy in a wreckless collision
Or die in the streets over somethin' petty
Cuz a broke ass nikka tryed ta say I asked Betty
Die from a shot from a said war golck
>From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop
Or die cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin'
Too late, eight shots got my body nummin'
Die for fukkin' his bytch in his bed
Die cuz a nikka thought I snitched ta the feds
Die wit a knife six inches in my head
I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair
Or die cuz a nikka pulled his Rosco out quicker
I was high off vodka, hydro, or malt liquor
Die cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man
Die cuz the cops tricked me ta say that man
Die cuz I hesitated ta spray that man
Die cuz I hesitated ta pay that man
Die cuz my man passed me a empty tool
Die cuz I panicked, I couldn't keep my cool
Die cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy
Or die cuz them nikkas was jel, they envyed me
Die tryin' ta seal the fate of my enemy
I could go out from a case of mistaken identity
Or die cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked
Die cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't pop
Die cuz a nikka wasn't focused on the block
Die cuz them nikkas thought tha coke was in the spot
Die cuz another nikka said I said somethin'
Die cuz that newsy bytch said I did somethin'
Die cuz a nikka was tryin' ta get a name
Or die cuz it was just my time ta feel the flames
Might get sparked, might not feel no pain
Might go out like dark-skinned Jamain
Take a couple shots ta the heart, ta the brain
Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game
Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain
Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game
I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac
I'd rather go out in the masjid makin' salat
