For The Record

Where it at Where it at
Uhh
repeat 3x

Verse 1
Now do he rhyme with a slurr from the shots in his face or
do He rhyme wit a slurr tryin' sound like mase
Listen to his tape, this lil' nigg* used to sound like Cake
Maybe I'm juss trippin, maybe he juss snitchin
See its a whole lot different from my cell in Clinton
what I see is straight bird, straight girl
Yea u be a killa,you kill the words
you gotta look at the facts and 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 ya car nigg*, it's so clear
You juss wanna sell records you don't want warfare
You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide
these would've died if they shot me nine times
Hey it's juss for the record
Take this mob s**t serious, please respect it

Hook
there go all shots that rip'em apart
Cuz it's a blood comin outta his heart
It's murdah blood homicide is what they cry
When they losin' their life
muhfkaz ax me how I sleep at night
Pretty good witta slug while he held tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
Finish my work on this earth and then turn off the lights (verse 2

You ain't kill Homa 'cause if you did
Why you ain't get the kid that ordered the hit
You know I know, that if you live
That s**t that you spit, somebody got somebody
Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut
You a boxer nigg*, nobody got shot
Nobody got crushed, you screamin what what
Okay okay killa you sl*t
Think about it, enough is enough
its time to show 'em who's who
And what is what
I mean how can I respect you
When them that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you
(not 1 body)
You know where they are, where they perform
Bust yo gun, stop makin songs
Please no more ghetto quran
You got money now it's time to bomb
And that's juss from the time
Take this mob s**t serious please respect it

there it go all shots they rip 'em apart 2x
Cuz it's a blood comin outta his heart

Verse 3
Death of perfection as I move witout motion
Ain't no nigg* in his game doin the s**t that I'm quotin'
Take a good look 'cause you'll neva a see another of me
Might be sum otha g's tryna trace n color me
But I believe in the ways of old
When I slit a fools throat tryna tell on po
That shouldn't excist, fkin snitch
Cut of his d*ck, put it on his lips
You really think I was gon' let you slide
fkin wit me you must be outcho mind
You really think I was gon' make thinks right
nigg* I will smile you till you lose yo life
I was mindin' my own, word got back, talkin bout po
I was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigg* to go(bye bye)
Gangland 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
Rip
I guess this ain't juss music
Cuz jail only made me much mo' ruthless (nigg*)
And the b*tch nigg* knew this
That's why he tryed to sign me to g-unit(nah)
Tell 'em how you made me offers
I don't run with that(blood) I'mma godfather
Loved on every street, conquered streets
Hurts yo heart that you don't get that honor
The feds I paid fo that
10 years up top
not 7 monthz shop
i walked the yard with blood
Took the bus wit cuz
Went gun fo gun
I earned my luv
You, you juss pathetic
You will neva be G, despite yo efforts
Take this mob s**t serious, you gon' respect it
Tha's juss fo the record

Hook
there it go all the shots that rip'em apart
Cuz it's a blood comin outta his heart
It's murdah blood homicide is what they cry
When they losin' their life
muhfkaz ax me how I sleep at night
Pretty good witta slug while he held tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
Finish my work on this earth and turn off the lights